Sometimes I wish I could fast forward. I wish I could just jump ahead right now to August 20th, with all the training having been done, all the hard work poured in, ready to toe the line and hit the course.
Of course if I did that, I would miss out on a lot. I would miss out on the joys of a basic little two miler on the treadmill. I would miss out on all the late night strategy discussions with my coach aka teh wifey. I would miss out on long runs in the mountains of Colorado while our family camps. I would miss out on all the races we have planned, and the trips to go run (and you know visit family and have vacation.) I would miss out on that sweet satisfaction of stopping, after a long run; of that "I'm done with my run" feeling that I love so much. I would miss out on that pre-race flurry of craziness and insanity that I know will set in the days, hours, and minutes before the race. (Did I ever tell you about my midnight shopping spree the night before the marathon where I bought three separate rain-proof jackets at three different stores? And later returned all but one...) This is the fun of the journey. The journey to get to the starting line. I can't wait to break the tape, but I'm gonna try and enjoy getting there too.