13.1: miles in a 1/2 marathon
4.5: days until the race (race! Ha!)
298: times each day I look in the mirror and cuss myself out for signing up
5: number of months we’ve been training
6: pounds I’ve gained while running
7: pounds really
1: day I’ve trained when the temperature was above 40 degrees
112: degrees it will probably be on the day of the marathon
20,999: number of people that are going to trample me at the start line (I can only hope)
3: hours that I pray I can finish in
40: mph the ambulance will drive to get me to the nearest hospital after I collapse across the finish line.
2: number of knees that will afterward need replacing
17: blisters on each big toe
13: years it will take me to recover
0: times I will ever run again unless being chased by a rabid dog
I picked up my marathon shirt the other day.
I’m running with a very large group of fellow agile, vigorous marathoners from my hometown.
We’re all wearing the same shirt, so we can be noticed out of the 21,000 other runners.
It’s definately loud enough.
The Harvester is our little town’s mascot.
The mighty Harvester who wields a fierce sickle or yo-yo or something.
Sorry. Just looking at him makes me want to break out into song.
Ask me how I’m feelin’ and I’m supposed to say Harvester Good.
But only time will tell what may come out of my mouth on Sunday after about 8.4 miles into it.
After aches, pains, limps, cramps, sweating, wheezing, dehydrating, and puking, I’m supposed to say Harvester Good.
I hope I can refrain from flying the bird to all those questioning, happy spectators.
Jason suggested mine should say something else,
“Because I’m stupid”
“Because teaching school isn’t punishment enough”
“Because I really don’t need my knees”
but my favorite is
“Because I make limping look good”
But seriously y’all.
Will all the joking aside, this is rumored to be an awesome experience.
One that I will never forget.
Maybe even cherish.
And all the hard work, time, blood, sweat, and glucosomine chondroitin will be well worth it.
“There will be days when I don’t know if I can run a marathon. There will be a lifetime knowing that I have.”
See ya at the races,