I've been a runner for a long time now, running 5 and 10 Ks, half marathons and keeping a consistent weekly training schedule. But on October 18th, I officially turned my focus toward Austin. As someone with a very short attention span and frequent boredom, committing to running at least 5 days a week for about 18 weeks - in the middle of winter! - has been a huge success in itself. In addition to the difficulty of training, my body has thrown in a couple major hurdles. I've spent many mornings before work at the physical therapist's office and many afternoons getting second and third opinions from numerous doctors. I'm not shy to say I'm damn proud of my effort and the distance I've come.
I'm ready to run this. Physically, I'm in the best shape of my life. Emotionally, I want this worse than anything. My mind's eye replays my finish, which holds a great deal of emotional stock. My dad's been running marathons for a few years - he's an amazing runner. I've always wanted to run with him. Finishing a marathon next to dad will be an awesome experience.
Going to Austin with my parents is fitting, as they've truly been my support system in this. My dad adds advice and joins me on long runs. My mom has given up countless weekend hours to meet us for water and food stops along the training route. As we all meet after mom finishes the half, and dad and I have finished the full, I expect the best family bonding moment of my 26(.2) years.
Expect a full report next week. Till then, I have some carb-loading to do.