Hopefully this post does not turn out to be one from the grave...
It is 4:56 pm on Saturday, October 1st, 2011. Ahhhh, October, my favorite month of the year.
By now, I have hopefully crossed the finish line and am calling myself a "marathoner". Either that or they are trying to find my dead body, or I am in a hospital somewhere asking for the good drugs.
But in the real time that you will be reading this, I will be in the midst of the race. At this point I could be feeling strong and powerful, or I could be crying and bleeding and begging for lightning to strike me down.
I’m sure I have hit a (hopefully small) wall or two…
I’m sure I have already thought that there is no way I can do this…
I’m sure I have thought for the trillionth time so far this morning that this was a stupid ass decision on my part…
But maybe, just maybe, I am feeling OK.
Maybe my determination and willpower is staying strong and maybe I am fighting.
I really hope I am fighting.
Maybe I am falling in love with running all over again. Maybe I am loving myself even more.
I pray that my legs do not give out. I pray that my hip stays strong. I pray that the wind is to my back. I pray that I do not freeze. I pray that I do not poop my $100 compression pants. I pray that medics do not have to carry me off the course.
I pray that I cross that finish line.
When you all read this, I don’t know where I will be along the course…but I sure do hope that I am going strong and that the finish line is getting closer.
And if I feel like giving up soon, I hope I think about all the shit I’ve put in my mouth the past 3 days and how I need to burn off a couple of pounds ;)
(Suzi….if you happen to think to yourself, “hey, my blog post is being published now, please just remember this…stay strong, because you are Suzi Fucking Storm!!)
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