This is it. The marathon is in 2 days. The marathon that I haven’t trained well for and that I fear will turn me off of running altogether.
My stomach is getting gurgly like it does when I’m nervous. I have to remember to pick up some Immodium AD!
I’ve been staring at the course map today and reading everything I can about this marathon. I think that I made a good choice in having Philly be my first marathon. It’s a great city and it sounds like there is a ton of crowd support along the way. And hello? You start AND end at the Rocky steps (although Jeremy will probably have to carry me up the steps).
I totally slacked when it came to making a fun t-shirt (and voting seems to have stalled anyways with a tie between 2 slogans). I wanted to pick up a light purple technical shirt to match my compression sleeves but really? Why do I even care?
I started to put together a “marathon mix” on my iPod but after adding all the songs I loved, I saw that the mix was 13 hrs. If I’m still walking after 13 hours, please put me out of my misery (especially since the course will have long shut down).
I feel so excited, nervous and unprepared all at once. I’m stoked that some friends are coming up to support me (despite my warnings of a loooong finish time). My friend joked that if they get THAT bored, they could catch a movie and still make it back in time to see me finish. Ha!
I’ve thought about tweeting my journey but I can’t even walk and text. Tweet and run? I’ll end up in a manhole!
Everyone has been wishing me lots of luck. I’m icing my knee as we speak. And my nervous stomach has had me in the bathroom every half hour. TMI? Yes.
I truly hope that I can enjoy this course despite my unideal training and injury. I hope that the beauty of the city, the cheers from the crowds and just the feeling of following through with a goal I thought I’d never set will fill me with an overwhelming sense of AWESOMENESS. I hope that this experience is magical and that maybe, just maybe, I’ll attempt another marathon.