Let me paint the current picture in my house. I am reclining on the chair watching my little girl twirl in the middle of the living room and watching me little boy roll a car on the table nearby. Watching my two kids play is wonderful. I have truly been blessed with so much in life.
As you can tell I am super reflective tonight and have a tremendous appreciation for the simple things in life. I tend to get this way as a big race such as a marathon gets closer.
I am majorly stoked about the upcoming race. The challenge that appears before me is welcomed. I plan to do everything I can to overcome the challenge. However, I do know that my success and failure is not based upon completion of the marathon or not. My success or failure is based upon effort. I have seen and heard of a lot of running buddies that became injured or disoriented during a race and become unable to continue. That sure doesn’t make them failures. A failing attempt would be no attempt at all. Don’t get me wrong, I am confident and have all intentions of finishing. I’m just a little nervous because I have intentions of running a little quicker by my standards. In past marathons I have paced myself to survive.
I also have two close running buddies doing the race on Sunday. Brenda will be running the 1/2 marathon. She has run several 1/2 marathons before. However, she’s had to overcome two ankle rollovers and a car wreck to make it to the start line.
Melissa will be running her first marathon. I tell everyone that Melissa is an animal (in a good way of course). Her athletic ability combined with her will to succeed does make her somewhat of a running animal. If I finish before her, I will be anxiously awaiting her final straightaway to the finish line. Only people that have run a marathon truly understand how hard it is to run a marathon. They really do not understand how hard it is to train for one.
In case I do not update my blog until after the race…….I will post a brief post telling whether I finished and my time. Later on I will give the details once I have traveled back to Norman. I’ll have plenty of pictures of myself, my friends, and family.
Adios…..ready to kick on Route 66.