In 19 days I will run
a marathon my first marathon.
In 19 days I will see if all the miles I've cranked out, all of the early-morning wake-ups, and lost sleep on weekends, and blisters, and tight calves, will get me through 26.2 miles.
I never thought I'd be here -- just 19 days away from a run I never thought I'd want to take.
I swore up and down I'd never run this far; that I'd never want to. Now, on the days where work exhausts me, and stress has gotten the better of my smile, cranking out 26.2 miles seems glorious.
Who have I become?
In a way, the above comment was less of my normal sarcastic quip, and more a genuine question. Running has changed me, I think. Or maybe it's just brought out the stuff that was always there, sitting just under the surface. Either way, now that it is out, it cannot be harnessed.
Some miles have taken me by surprise with just how downright beautiful they have been.
And still other miles made me think: So this is what it means to actually work hard -- really hard -- at something.
Friends have been texting, tweeting and putting up status messages about getting their bibs for the Boston Marathon next year.
I'm not there yet. But my determination is.