15 Down...

Saturday was one of those days that people shouldn't have to experience very often.  I had two tests at school from 8:00 until about 3:30 and a paper due and then, to top it off, I had 15 miles scheduled.  Dave ran with me and at mile 6 I turned to him and said, "just 20 more."  20 more?  Are you kidding?  Who in their right mind decided to run 26 miles in a single shot?  I'll tell you who, some dude that died!  He died!  You can't say, "no one ever died running a marathon" because someone has.  It is going to be really hard.  I'm not sure I fully appreciated how far 26.2 miles is until this weekend.  We finally finished 15 miles and to think there would still be 11.2 more on race day?  Impossible.

There must have been 5 or 6 times that I thought I was done.  Not only was I ready to quit running on Saturday, the thought entered my mind to give up on the race.  Of course, there is no way I will quit.  I just need to get over the enormity of 26 miles.  Dave asked me a couple of times what my symptoms were, what hurt the most.  I was just fatigued.  My knees hurt a little, my ankles hurt, my feet hurt, but mostly I was just really tired and hungry.  I may have been a little dehydrated from all the sugar I ate the day before.  I must have had 10 pounds of almond roca, laced with crack.  I couldn't stop eating it.  I really need to get my diet under control.

Dave finally registered for the race, so I guess I have to upgrade his status.  Also, Dan bought his plane ticket and got the rental car, so I'm thinking about upgrading him to "definite."  Dan also commented on this blog, which means I have at least one reader!  Wow, the pressure to provide stimulating, engaging, worthwhile reading is almost too much.  I guess I'll just have to step up my game.  Look for incremental improvements in my writing from here out.