I'd heard great things about my hometown marathon, and one day wanted to run it. Last January, in a burst of inspiration, I signed up, and convinced my friend and running partner Cami to do the same.
|We're ready to go!|
As many of you know, I've spent my summer doing some running. Lots of running. The hardest part about finishing a marathon is training for one. The amount of time pounding the pavement is enormous. I've been at this since early June, logging tons of miles. Many nights, I'd come home from work and immediately head out to run, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. Towards the end, when tackling the super-long runs, all other activities fell by the wayside (meaning I had to sacrifice my weekend hikes during this wonderful fall weather). I've recently battled some minor injuries - super-sore groin muscles, and one very angry hamstring.
But the endless weeks of training are finally culminating to one huge, long race. Here I am T-minus one day 'till showtime! We've put in the miles, now it's time for the ultimate test. Cami and I picked up our race bibs yesterday, and it finally seemed real.
I'm so ready to do this thing.