…And all through the desert, runners were dreaming of coming in first.
Except for me. I just want to come IN. I don’t know how many times I have been asked what my “goal” is for the marathon, implying that I must have a specific time in mind to beat. Here’s my goal: SURVIVE.
Floating off the gluttonous high from a feast of crab legs, steak and potatoes cooked over an open fire, pasta, salad and biscuits, I am
starting to think I should come to Arizona every year for a marathon! This is living! However, the anxiety is starting to try to creep its way in as we start to try to figure out the race-day logistics.
Yesterday was my last day for a short run. I ran from where I am staying at my one aunt and uncle’s house to my other aunt’s house just three miles away out in the desert. I was a little nervous I might be chased by a Jevalina or a pack of ravenous coyotes, but it turned out to be a peaceful run.
Well, I’m off to the expo to pick up my bib number and hopefully a very cool t-shirt. See you on the flipside!!
They wil rise highest who strive for the highest place.
(Altius ibunt qui as summa nituntur.)
They can because they think they can. -Virgil
To win without risk is to triumph without glory. -Corneille