I’m completely excited for my marathon this Sunday. This is my very last post as a marathon virgin, a momentous event in my personal history. I feel as though I will come back next week with a new outlook. Stronger and wiser and possibly knowing the meaning of life.

With each day that passes, everything is slowly falling into place. My running partner gets here tomorrow afternoon from California. I’ll be picking up my race kit soon. Laying my clothes out. Going to bed early and getting up at insane hours.

I can hardly believe I survived my training. I know I can do this, but I also know that it won’t be easy. I don’t think I’ll be very fast, but I’ll try to be steady. My time can be a baseline to beat for my next marathon.

I’m going to try to run this without any music. I want my mind to be focused and in the moment. Besides, it’s a great route and much to enjoy along the way.

I’m not sure what else to say. It really does feel like the last day of an old life. Next week I’ll be a marathoner! Something that only a small group of people can claim. I’ll take an extra rest day this weekend, so look for my race report on Tuesday night.

26.2 miles. 42 km.

It’s time.