The guy that lives across the hall from me is running the Country Music Marathon this weekend. That's not noteworthy enough to blog about... plenty of people I know are running either the full or the half. But, awhile back we got to chatting and he was asking me if I was running it... and I told him, no... I'm running Big Sur the next day.
We talked a little more about it, I told him about Nashville Striders Training Runs, blah blah blah and then I didn't see him again for like 2 months.
Until yesterday. I got home from work late (ugh. I'm not supposed to be working late AFTER tax season. doh!) and he was getting out of his car and he immediately asked me how Big Sur went... and I responded, oh it's not till this weekend... we talked about it for a little while and then I asked him how his training was going for the CMM this weekend and he said good... that he'd ran 22 miles a couple of weeks ago, etc...
And then he said... "Yeah, but still this week, I'm wondering..."
And then I butted in like the interruptive asshole that I am to finish his sentence and said "... if you're really ready?"
And thats when it hit me. I haven't thought that once yet. Ummm.... I should be freaking the freak out right now. But, I'm not. No, instead of snapping people's heads off from anxiety and from that god awful sickness I usually suffer from called taper madness, I'm telling people... "ohhh yeah... I'm peaking at the right time, bitches."
Like who the hell do I think I am?
And instead of letting THAT freak me out... (which would tip off taper madness), I'm not.. I'm totally chill about it.
I think it's been so long since I've actually RACED a marathon (or even a race for that matter), I've forgotten how hard it really is. Oh well. Ignorance is bliss, right? heh heh.
Anyway... the countdown has begun. Sunday morning at 6:45 am Pacific time I'll be starting my 10th marathon... I guess about 15 miles in, I'll know if I'm really ready or not.