Two hundred miles. That’s how many miles I’ve run to get to the start line of tomorrow’s marathon. Two hundred.
At mile six, when I’m thinking, “Oh God, I’ve still got three and a half hours to go!” I’m going to think of those two hundred. At mile 17, when I wonder if I can make it the last nine, I’m going to remind myself of the those two hundred. At mile, 25, when 1.2 seems like it will never come, I have to think of those two hundred. Because 26.2 is nothing compared to all the work I’ve done to get here.
14 hours to go, guys! Keep me in your thoughts at 7am tomorrow!
p.s. I’m loving my race day outfit for marathon #2. Showing off some aerie pride!