I will have started my day on that bridge -- the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge. OMG. This is getting real. I am about to run a marathon in New York City.
I feel fit. But I do not feel marathon fit. I'm starting to panic a little....ok, a lot. I feel like I have a long way to go and not enough time to get there. And every lower-leg ache or pain has me stressing, wishing the world were made of something soft and squishy and stress-fracture preventing. Paranoia has definitely set in. And the pains make me want to back off but the calendar says I don't have time.
But I guess that's all part of the deal. This is marathon training. This is what I signed up for. Now I just have to keep finding creative ways to keep my body playing nice with the orders my brain is giving and before I know it I'll be celebrating in Central Park.
I'm trying not to think ahead. Just get through each week. One workout to the next. Mile by mile. I'll get there.