I can’t control the weather, but I’m bummed. There are supposed to be terrible storms. Even if it just rains, part of the reason I picked this race was because of the awesome crowd support! I want hundreds of cheering people lining the streets! My friends will be troupers, of course, but I feel a little guilty for asking them to stand outside in the rain. I don’t anticipate this being as fun for everyone as I had hoped.
I did meet the chair of the Flying Pig board of directors at a cafe today! He used to live in Boston, and gave me his card in case I needed anything. They’ll never cancel the race, he assured me, as 28,000 runners from every state and 11 other countries are here to run. They’ve set up shelters in case the storms get dangerous, but it simply looks like everyone is going to get very, very wet.
Tonight, my friends start to trickle in. We have dinner planned at a French restaurant. I’ll be attempting to go to bed fairly early in preparation for the following night’s early bedtime and early – obscenely early – rise. Heh – it’ll be just like Disney, bad weather and all! At least I’m prepared.
I have a feeling things will get busy, and I don’t know how much blogging will happen before Sunday. I thought I would have a lot more to say in this last-ish, pre-race entry, but I think I may have already said it.
I re-watched Spirit of the Marathon yesterday and today. “Sometimes, the moments that challenge us the most define us.” It’s the first line of the movie. On Sunday, I’ll find out how this distance will define me. I’ll find out what kind of physical strength I have. I’ll find out how much mental fortitude lies in my mind, hidden, waiting. I’ll find out what, exactly, I am made of.
The Expo just opened down the block. I’m going to get my bib number and race packet now, and then I’m going to spend time with my beautiful girlfriends and my dedicated family, and then I’m going to eat a lot and sleep a lot.
And then I’m going to run a marathon.
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