26.2 miles seems like an awful lot of time that could be spent watching Curb Your Enthusiasm episodes. Really? Who the hell would run this far with absolutely nowhere to go except across a finish line?
Jesus Christ, I am overwhelming myself just with the thought of how tired I will be after that first half. Which, to be honest, is already enough to wipe me out physically. I know this having finished seven half marathons already. Well, actually about five and the other two runs had more than 13.1 miles added to them.
Why am I blogging about this?
Well, there are going to be lots of people running this Marathon for the first time. I won’t be the only one, but right now it definitely feels like I am. I don’t know if I am afraid because I don’t know anyone who is running this Marathon, or if I am ridiculously excited for the exact same reason. I do know that I have SO much on my mind and running is going to help me shift gears fast and drive through all of them. Well, maybe not FAST, but a good amount of time will do me a whole hell of a lot of good. Lots of things will happen when I cross the finish line. I am going to embrace every damn minute of it and expect nothing but long gasps of breath that were aching to greet me.
After the race, will I be exhausted before my long awaited date with this year’s Academy Awards? Yes.
Will I watch Forrest Gump the night before the race? Oh, HELL yes.
Is this going to be easy? Um, no in fact what a stupid question. It is going to be hard as hell and I am NOT prepared no matter how hard I trained.
It’s coming fast, in fact its the only thing that is going to happen fast.
Cheers to 26.2 miles of effort, pain, and wiping an eraser across my brain to clear my mind. Crossing a finish line of leaving the miles and past behind me, is, ALL FOR ME.
Oh, me and a big ass beer I have been postponing for too long.