Today marks 30 days till the New York Marathon and I am ready to paaaaartaaaaaay with the best of them.
I have 3 longish runs (half this weekend, the great 20-miler, and another half) and then more of a taper week. Four weeks from tomorrow my parents will be here for M-Day. (I am lucky that they have been so supportive of me, their least athletic child, as I have prepared to do this insane thing.)
My training has not been as 100 percent spot on as I hoped it would be when I started. Nor have I become the fastest runner I believe I can be. (Maybe that’ll just have to wait.) But I am so much more ready than I was a month ago. I think that’s what the training is supposed to do. Maybe it’s all the endorphins talking and this optimism is unwarranted, but as we all know, endorphins make you happy.
Only in the last few weeks has it become clear that I am going to finish. I never had a marathon on my bucket list, but I’m about to toe that line anyway. Now I’m just trying to enjoy it and not freak out.