Two years ago I was a brand spanking new college freshmen. I was ready for the new adventure that life was throwing to me, but yet still a little nervous. At the time I was also training for the Top of Utah Marathon and I was about five weeks away from the actual marathon and I had been training for months. That same week I moved to college... I got sick. Probably a little more sick than the average cold, but I definitely was not lying on my death bed. Yet I allowed myself to feel/believe like I was , and so because I felt SO SICK I quit the marathon. Looking back now I was probably just very overwhelmed with school, new job, new roomates, new town with no familiar running paths, no mom/marathon training supporter, and I was also sick. When marathon day actually came I was heart broken that I wasn't out there doing it and I promised myself that I would eventually be out there running it.
Flashforward two years. Today as I sit here writing this I am about five weeks away from my goal. YAY!! Next week I will run twenty miles and that is the fartherest that I have ever run, BUT it will not be the most because three weeks after that I WILL run 26.2 miles and FINALLY reach my goal. This has been a day that I have been dreading/dreaming about it for a VERY long time.
So cold, flu, or whatever you are that I am feeling in my body today... you are not welcome here, and even if you do decide to stay you will not be able to stop me again from reaching my goal. So you might as well just go away. Please?
Kajsa that is awesome! You'll do great! Good luck and keep us posted!
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