These last 14 or so weeks have been a whirl wind. There have been more wonderful and exciting achievements in a short amount of time then any other time in my life. I had a few falters even a few weeks a short time back where I wondered "why the Hell are you doing this to yourself". It had all to do with the head and nothing to do with what my body could actually do.
I got over that lately. I have been so pumped and ready for this marathon that I could scream at the top of my lungs how good I feel. I am so excited that my body now decided to fight against me. I've got this cold. I've got this nagging aching leg from the hip down, I've got such a sore lower back that it hurts to touch. I'm worried about my 12 mile run this Sunday. I want to feel good. I want to keep that high I've been on. I want to love this entire experience, all the people I've met at the store, on line and at the club. I want to savor it and have only happy memories of my FIRST MARATHON. I want it to be perfect. I know that's not how life works. I know. But You can't help but wish for it. I wish for a great first marathon.