I woke this morning super excited for the marathon on
Sunday. Odd, since just weeks ago I was considering dropping down to the half. In
just a bit, I'll be headed over to the expo to pick up my race number and goody
bag! Tonight and tomorrow is just crammed with a flurry of activities. It's all
good, because it will hopefully keep the nerves at bay and won't give too much
time to "think." Right now, I can honestly say I'm not nervous about
the race. I anticipate about a five hour finish, plus or minus a few. I'm not
shooting for a particular race time. Cripes, just finishing will be a PR since
it's my first. After that 20.5 of hills in the wind and rain a couple of
weekends ago, I can probably venture that there can't be a run, much worse than
that. I was proud of that long run, even though the last seven miles sucked
serious ass. Seriously. And if I said butt, instead of ass, it wouldn't be
enough to stress the suck factor of that run. I am looking forward to starting
the race with my training buddies. They were awesome to train with and without
them, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have made it. So thank you Erika, for running
that one Saturday at the park. I have to say, I'm stinkin' glad I met you!
You know I second that! However far either of us ever run, my fun days as a runner started with you by my side! Love ya girl!
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