So I'm running my first marathon in the morning. I signed up in a moment of fervor when my friend Heather convinced me to push the button. Guess who isn't running 26 miles with me in the morning? Thanks, Heather! ;o) Eight months later, I'm ready (enough). My long runs have accounted for over 6 marathons. I have to rely on my training and know that these legs have 26 miles in them tomorrow. I missed 4 key runs (Disney, my daddy having aneurysm surgery, my being sick, and my daddy having a heart cath), but I can't (and won't) focus on that. I am focusing on so many other things - amazing weather, incredible friends who have run with me, supportive kids/husband/parents who will come out to support me. I'm also running in honor of Dylan Will, a young man who lost his life in a battle with depression. I'll carry his memory and his struggle with me and remember that I have found a passion and an outlet that allows me to have a positive, healthy outlook on life and to be brave and to be thankful and to just keep moving forward.
This time tomorrow, I'll be on my couch in my compression sleeves, sitting on an ice pack, eating a crapton of pizza, and calling myself a marathoner. Here's to fresh legs, cool air, supportive crowds, and a good night's rest.
Giddy up!!
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