Holy cow! I forgot all about this page since I haven't logged into Blogger for a 'coons age. Marathon is in a week and I have been training as much as I can all summer, though not as much as I ought. Que sera. It is what it is and I have given up speed goals instead concerning myself with nothing beyond just finishing it. Finishing.
I have really enjoyed the training aspect for the most part and am a little sad that two weeks from now I will no longer have a motivating reason to fit it into my schedule. There is something about just being up and outside to watch the sunrise while listening to music and taking deep decadent breaths. It has done wonders for clearing the goo out of my head. For the first eight miles you just can't wipe the grin off my face. I have contemplated the prospect of making this an annual event (I also am considering doing the Iron Girl triathlon next May in Las Vegas but that is a post for another day...) and maybe taking the kids next time and turning it into a family vacay.
In any case, Amy and I fly to Portland next Friday morning and if nothing else I am excited to have four kid-free days in a city I love with my oldest and dearest girlfriend. Well that and the down comforters at the Downtown Marriott ;). So I am pretty excited. I am excited for the race too. The idea of it has been this constant companion following me everywhere for the last year that it is hard to believe it is really here. I hope I can finish it. Actually I know I can finish it, my real hope is that I can finish it with my only complaints being utter exhaustion and achyness rather that excruciating pain and injury. Wish me luck. I will need it.
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