Eighteen weeks from today, I will be running the Boston Marathon. Barring any serious injuries, that is. But I'm pretty optimistic that everything will work out well for me.
So today officially begins my training. I have 16 weeks of training on the schedule thanks to the Dana-Farber, followed by two weeks of taper and then bam. It's marathon time.
I think I'm a bit nervous for this whole thing. Fundraising is giving me enough anxiety, but then I need to think about actually, you know, running a marathon. It's a little stressful and overwhelming to think that my first long run is coming up and it's close to double digits. And then from there, I won't just stop at 10 or 11 or 13.1 miles. I'll keep going until I get 20 then 22 then finally 26.2 miles. I'm going to be running hundreds of miles over the next 18 weeks. Shit man. Who am I?
But I do hope you'll join me on this journey.