The countdown has made it to just one day and a few hours… I can’t decide if I’m terrified or excited. I’m ready to run the race just to be done with it at this point – it will be good for it to be over.
On the other hand, though, I can’t stop thinking about Philippides. There’s probably a really good reason he died after running from Marathon to Athens. Granted, I’ve trained a lot more than he, I’ll have water stops, and I’ve got Mickey Mouse waiting at the finish line, but there’s a part of my psyche that can’t get past the fact that after delivering his message, he promptly died.
I’m not worried about how long it takes to finish, so long as I successfully finish. And I’m confident – right now, as I sit behind a desk – that I’ll be able to win the mental battle that it will take to finish it. That will be a lot harder on Sunday, when I hit about mile 16 or so, but right now I’m confident.
We’ve had a lot of support from friends, which makes this all the more achievable. So many people have been wishing us luck in the last few days, which means so much. This is a huge challenge, and it’s nice to know that so many people are cheering us on.
Say a prayer for us on Sunday – race begins at 6 am, but I’m pretty sure we’ll still be running whenever you roll out of bed.
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Break a leg, errrrr good luck!