24 Miler

It's the eve of my 24 miler. The last long run before the marathon. As I was posting this fact on both Twitter and Facebook this afternoon I realized how irrational that sounds. I mean. Next Sunday's run will be 9 miles, isn't that long anymore?

When I began all of this and was pleased I could run 3 miles altogether 9 miles was a long way indeed. Now, here I am lamenting anxiously about attempting 24 miles tomorrow.

As I stood at my desk yesterday at work and put my personal belonging in my file cabinet I saw out of the corner of my eye the course map that's been pasted to my wall since August. It hit me, the reality of this sunk in...I am going to run a marathon.

I. AM. GOING. TO. RUN. A. MARATHON.

What the crap??? Me?

I chuckled to myself and let the moment pass me by but allowing first the irony of this situation sink in.

So, soon it's off to bed as I tackle the last big hurdle before the big day.