This week marks the beginning of my training for Grandma's Marathon. My feelings war about this from minute to minute. Mild panic turns quickly into excitement, which then gives way to confidence, which slowly erodes into doubt. I would excitement is the dominate emotion at this point. As miserable as it is to get up, my day has rarely been right unless I started it with a run. As much as my muscles moan, I am deliriously happy to know that I am no longer just a fair weather runner. As much as I have often wondered why I run, right now I feel like I was born for it. As much as I dread it, I love it. I can't wait to race.
No comments:
Post a Comment