There are officially six weeks left of training, two weeks of taper and then BAM. Race day. It's sort of intimidating at this point. I couldn't do my long run last weekend due to, well, a blizzard and this week it snowed for the entirety of my run. It made it hard to trudge through the miles, but I finished 11 before I just couldn't see anymore.
I often wonder if people are sick of me talking about the marathon. I mean, shit. It's basically all I can talk about these days. It's all fundraising and running and stretching and MARATHON MARATHON MARATHON. I'm exhausted thinking about it all. And I sure as hell don't know that I'd want to listen to all of this shit all of the time.
This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me (I think). There's a possibility I might do this again, but more likely than not this will be it for me.
It's kind of nuts that just two weeks ago I was running in short sleeves...