Until I run 26.2 miles. I can not believe it. The last half of my training has gone poorly – so I’m sure it will be a painful run – but 10 days from now, I’ll have run a damn marathon.
When I registered I checked several boxes to order “Finisher’s Merchandise” so that no matter what the weather, I’d always have something with the word “marathon” on it to wear. I assumed they’d give it to me the night before the marathon at the expo. I was wrong. They mailed it to me last week.
The tops are stacked up on the floor in my bedroom and every time I walk past I feel sick. I know I’ll finish, but I’m still worried I won’t finish in time. It took me almost 4.5 hours to run 17 miles last week. The time limit on the marathon is 7 hours. What if I’m still a few miles away at the 7 hour mark? How awful would that be! Well – I’d still finish. Even if it killed me, but it would be sad not to get a medal.
10 days. 10 days until I do something I would have never in a million years dreamed possible. I’m so nervous I feel like crying sometimes. More nervous than my wedding day. I’m terrified and excited and happy and overwhelmed. It looks like my brother is going to run the last six miles with me, and my Dad may run the last 3. Or at least walk with me since I’m not sure I will be running at that point. Either way – they’ll all be at the finish line waiting for me, which is why I chose Nashville over New Orleans. I want my family to see me do the impossible. And they, more than anyone else, know how big of a deal this is for me. They know how lazy and anti-exercise I really am. Having them cheering me on, even if it’s hour 8, will make the pain the hours before worth it.