I never planned on running a marathon.
It wasn't anywhere near any "bucket list" of mine.
(nor did I think I could run 26.2 miles without dying)
however.....
Rewind back to February.
Husband: We should do the marathon this year.
Easily-convinced-to-do-crazy-things-Wife: Marathon? Really?
Husband: Yeah, let's do it.
In my defense, it also looked like this outside and I was stir crazy.
And so...I said yes.
Here I am 8 months later.
How on Earth did I do it, you might ask?
I got advice from anyone who would talk to me about running.
I ran over 300 miles (but at most only 4 days a week!).
I did Bikram Yoga to stretch out sore legs.
I drank a lot of 5 hour energy.
I iced.
I limped.
I got hives*.
I complained.
I cried some more.
I lost weight.
I slept better.
I looked forward to running.
I got in the best shape of my life.
I ran in memory of my grandma Carole.
I raised over $800 for the ALS Assoication.
And then suddenly, it was the night before the race.
Race Day post coming soon!
*Do not buy off-brand 5 Hour Energy at Aldi.