“Well I believe it all is coming to an end. Oh well. I guess we’re gonna pretend.”-Matchbox Twenty
You guys! Not only is it the freakin’ weekend BUT it’s freakin’ marathon weekend. AHHHH. Carbs are back in my life after a 5 day hiatus and I’m the happiest girl in the world. GJ is on his way down and all I can think about is shoving my face with guac and chips tonight. Did I mention it’s marathon weekend yet? I’ll be picking up my bib after work and then we’re headed to La Casa de tu Madre, a new Mexican spot right down the block from my house. What could be better than eating my body weight in guac at a place called “Your Mom’s House”?! Napoleon Dynamite would be so proud.
Over the past few days, I’ve been thinking a lot about the past four months. I thought it would be fun to add up all the miles I’ve run since July, when marathon training started. In total, I’ve logged 552 miles. That’s the distance from Philly to Charlotte. Or Knoxville. Or Toledo! Holy shit Batman. Not only has all this running made my legs stronger, but it’s made me mentally and emotionally stronger too. I learned so much about my body, my heart, and my head. There were a lot of downs, but just as many ups. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without the love and unconditional support of my family and friends. Hungry/tired/frustrated/sweaty/sore Katera is not the easiest person to deal with. But they’ve being doing it day in and day out. And when I cross that starting line on Sunday, those 26.2 miles will be fueled by bagels and all kinds of love.
I’m excited. I’m terrified. I’m ready to kick some asphalt. Bring it on Philly, I’m so ready for ya!