I still can't believe it. What started out as an off-hand, crazy suggestion has turned into me running 26.2 miles through New York City. I am going to be running a marathon. A MARATHON. This year. As in 140 odd days from now. And I'm actually excited about it.
I don't even like to run. Yet I can't wait. I can already feel the nervous pre-race tummy...the anticipation, the excitement, the overwhelming emotion of 100,000 other runners around me and 26.2 miles ahead of me.....the crowds, the scenery, the dig-deep moments of self doubt, and the exhilarating feeling of accomplishment that comes with foil blankets and medals at the glorious finish.
I am running a marathon.