Last Sunday I survived 20 miles. 20 long miles. 20 long miles that were not in a car.
This is to be my last long run before the marathon, and honestly? I think I might be able to pull it off. Those last 6.2 miles might be the death of me, but at least I'll be able to drag my sorry carcass across the finish line. I hope.
I received my sunny yellow Livestrong shirt in the mail the other day. That paired with the obscene amount of miles I have to run every week has really driven home the reality that the marathon is a mere 2 weeks away. I am quaking in my running shorts, but I keep reminding myself that the sooner I run this marathon, the sooner I won't have Sunday runs that last longer than 3 hours. Quite frankly, Powerbar lunches are getting kind of old (because that's how long I'm out there - ugh). The best thing about it though, is that this is for a great cause and really I shouldn't be complaining at all.
So wish me luck this Sunday when my taper weeks begin. Only 15 miles this Sunday.
Woohoo! 'Cause at least it's not 20!