On the way to Maine

It's four a.m., breakfast has been eaten and a first cup of coffee drunk.  News read.  Gear rechecked. In about 30 minutes I'll wake up Kris and my sister Ana and we'll head out for Portland, Maine.  At 7:45 a.m. I'll start running my first marathon – and it's hard to describe just how excited, nervous and happy I am about this.  However it comes out (and I feel good today – like I NEED to run after the last, low- mileage week of taper!), the race itself is partly just a metaphor, like the tip of a massive iceberg of experience; the training. And that training experience, the physical discipline, the early mornings, the long, solitary runs, the aches and pains, and the euphoric sunrise-and-endorphin-rush-moments, the constant reflection, has instructed and changed me.  I'd like to think for the better; that all these things you bring back to your family, your job, your community.  I'd write more on this, but I have a feeling it would sound overly dramatic, corny and unfortunately sentimentalized.   Anyway, wish me luck! 

Tags: marathon, Running

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