They say that running a marathon changes you. If that’s true, then I’ll never be the same after this weekend. It’s also been said that the journey is more important than the destination. Anyone can register for a marathon. It’s the journey that brought me here—all the miles between where I am now and where I was 3 years ago, when I could barely finish a 5K—that makes this special.
Sunday is sure to test my physical and mental strength, pushing both to their limits. I know I’ll end up either loving or hating marathon running. And I know that either way, I will finish what I started (even if I have to crawl to the finish line).
I’ve set some very realistic race goals for my first full: 1.) crossing the finish line, 2.) doing so in 5 hours or less, 3.) not dying, fainting, or getting injured, 4.) having fun.
I recently stumbled across a blog article entitled “Five reasons to hate marathon runners.” The guy who wrote this is obviously a jerk, but I found his complaints entertaining (among his reasons were too-short men’s shorts, runners’ goo, and Prius’ plastered with 26.2 stickers). After I’ve earned it, I will proudly display my 26.2 sticker on my car (right next to my 13.1 sticker). Non-runners might think I’m obnoxious. I think I can live with that.