July 30, 2010
Well, actually, it's judgement night. The race starts at 7 o'clock, which means, if you all send enough good vibes my way, it will end a few minutes before 10:40.
Trust me when I tell you, there is nothing, NOTHING, that simultaneously humbles me, thrills me, and scares the shiz out of me the way a marathon does. On mornings like this, I feel like I'm a mut who's part David (from David and Goliath), and part kid-on-Christmas-morning. It's really pretty strange.
Listen, your good vibes/prayers/positive thoughts/sun salutations have worked wonders on my long runs so far, and I could really use another round. Maybe you can set your alarm for 7 or 8 or 9 or 10 and when it unexpectedly rings, you can picture the number 3:39 on a giant digital clock and zap the mental image in my direction.
I would love that. I would really, really love that.
For now, I've got my lucky socks set to go, a new pair of Wave Rider 13s on my feet, a water bottle in my hand, and the confidence that I trained hard.
I'll let you know how it goes!!!