Tomorrow will begin with lots of things that aren't normally part of my day, and I don't know how they ever became a good idea in my head.
Starting off, I have to wake up early. Real early. Like, I'm supposed to be in downtown Minneapolis at 7:00 early.
The second makes the first even worse. I'm going to eat breakfast. I rarely eat breakfast. Tomorrow, however, it actually will be the most important meal of my day, solely because of reason three.
At 8:00 in the morning, I'm going to begin running a marathon. If all goes well, sometime within the next 6 hours I will be 26.2 miles away from where I began, with nothing accomplished except a lot of sweating. I'll get a medal, a t-shirt, and the joy of knowing that I'll never have to run a marathon again. If after 6 hours, I haven't completed the required distance, I just might have to put myself through it again.
Here is to hoping I can't walk Monday morning because I finished, not that I can't walk because I'm hurt and didn't finish.
Go get them tiger!
ReplyDeleteOne of my friends ran a marathon a few years back and accidentally went "#2" while running because he was trying so hard and lost control.