I have to admit. This post is going to be a completely self serving one. My intentions are selfish. I am trying to convince myself that I am indeed ready for tomorrow’s 26.2 mile adventure through New York City.
While I am mostly writing this entry for myself, I figured publishing my inner dialogue could be beneficial to some of you out there as well. Surely you’ve felt the same way, right?
There always exists some level of doubt or anxiety going into any marathon, but I think the sheer scale of the New York City Marathon has magnified it for me. I mean… five boroughs, 45,000 runners, and 2 million spectators… yikes.
This feeling is normal. I know this. I feel this way before every race I’ve run and maybe that’s part of why I do it. Being face to face with an insurmountable challenge that you aren’t quite sure you can conquer… it makes you feel… alive.
Sure my stomach is uneasy and I probably won’t sleep a wink tonight. I keep thinking there will be gale force winds or torrential downpours… but I love it. Marathon weekend is awesome! We runners really are a sick bunch, aren’t we?
I don’t want to paint a completely grim picture though. I am also feeling great waves of excitement and happiness. I know that once I hear Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York” and that starting cannon fires I will settle into my rhythm and have a run to be remembered for the rest of my life.
All the fear and doubt aside… I am really looking forward to running tomorrow. There is no place I’d rather be. After all, running is supposed to be fun right? All the hard work is done… now I get to go out there are be a runner. What could be better than that?