I love to be challenged. I ADORE winning. I love passing runners in a race – heck I’ll even smirk as I run by kids and strollers. The best feeling ever is ticking off (counting, not angering) a runner as I pass and then setting my sights on the next back in front of me.
But without fail, seven times now I’ve reached the finish line of a half marathon and said ‘DAMN I’m glad I don’t have to do that again right now!’. I run all out. I end on empty. I give it my all and 13.1 miles is about all I’ve usually got. But…
I really want to nail a full marathon before I turn the big 4-0 next March.
But I’m CHICKEN. I’m afraid I’ll run 13.1 miles and then just not be able to run another step. Will I have to WALK the second 13.1 miles? Will I crawl over the finish line? Will I die?
I just have to click ‘send’ to upgrade to a full marathon for March 17th.