Twas the day before the marathon…

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…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

1st time eating crab legs!

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.

Big juicy stakes cooking. The potatoes are buried underneath the fire.

Smell that?

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.

View from house number 2 after sunset

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.)

-Latin Proverb

They can because they think they can.   -Virgil

To win without risk is to triumph without glory.  -Corneille

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About virginmarathoner

I'm 32, about to be 33, and realizing that I only have one life to live. This gradual but recent epiphany has inspired me make choices to face the things that I thought I could never do, but secretly desired to accomplish. The first of these was to train for my first half marathon, terrified that I would never be able to run past 7 miles (my longest run prior to beginning training). The first day I ran 8 miles, I cried the entire last mile...with a smile on my face. I'm sure it was a curious sight for any one of the hundreds of soccer moms and little toddlers crowding and blocking my path that morning at the park. Each time I ran a new distance, I felt empowered and proud of my determination and dedication. The day of the half marathon I knew I was addicted. Running gave me clarity, discipline and a renewed passion for living. Now I am about to embark on a new adventure, running my first marathon, and hope that others will be able to relate to my adventures, struggles and mishaps along the way. Afterall, we've only got one life to live, so we better get on it.

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