The night before my second marathon. What am I doing here? How did I get here? This has been a weird journey. A journey that I could have never imagined just a couple years ago. My second marathon in less than a year.
I'm beat up. Physically and mentally. I'm looking forward to getting this done. I don't have a goal time finish...... well.... actually I do. I want to finish strong. Stronger than my last.. 3:56. Even if by a minute. If I come in at 3:55 I will be happy. Anything less than that will just fill me with joy.
I have been at the Cape since Thursday. The waiting around is doing me in. I ran and easy mile and a half this morning and I could have easily done 15. I just felt good all the way through.
It's do or die time. 4 months of training, I am ready as I could be.
Let's do this.....