Race Day
It’s 5:15am and my alarm rings for the second time. I wish I’d gotten better sleep, but it can’t be helped now. I had a carb fest last night with Roger at Cannoli Joe’s and am thinking I might’ve overdone it at the italian buffet. I’m feeling a little sick right now and honestly have been tired since Thursday night when I only got 4 hours of sleep. I’ve been working on the houses or other projects all weekend with no time for myself. The emotional turmoil of the break up still lurks in me giving me little motivation to do the many things that must be done to prepare.
The Expo was helpful yesterday and I loaded up on shot blox, running socks, and paraphernalia. But if there’s anyone less prepared for this race then I, I’d really love to meet them. The origins of the Marathon keep swirling in my head, when Pheidippides ran from Marathon to Athens, Greece to announce the Greek victory over Persia and then subsequently died of exhaustion. I’m pretty sure my race will not be so dramatic and perhaps the drama in my heart will give me much to ponder while on the road. People ask me why I’m doing this and it’s difficult to give an answer other then “Cause it’s on my list” but really there’s a deeper discipline which I want to attain within myself and while I might not yet know it’s subject or length, there is a message I need to deliver.