Two Months to Go!

Wow, time certainly does fly, doesn't it? Two months from right now I'll be getting my dance on at teammate Shifter's annual post-marathon party, hopefully celebrating a sub-4 finish time with those I love most. But let's get real here, dear reader - at this point given all the odds (shins, black lung, work, etc.), I'll be grinning ear-to-ear and busting out "the sprinkler" and "the shopping cart" across that dance floor even if I don't improve over year's 4:40, because I'll have just completed my second Boston Marathon and raised money for cancer research.

And as far as "all the odds" go, I'm still at odds with them, although each ailment seems on its way out the door. I can run pain free on the treadmill right now, but not without complete and utter exhaustion and frustration after 3 miles (I think a lot of it is mental). I can crank away on the ArcNemesis almost infinitely, but have been coming closer and closer to losing my mind each time I step through the front door of the gym for another indoor workout. My coughing fits have slowed down to only a couple of times a day, but I still have a creepy husky 1-900 number phone operator voice that cracks Peter Brady "When It's Time to Change"-style every time I try to use my upper register. I can even stay up after 9pm without compulsively yawning now, but leaving the apartment this late is not smart, or the fatigue hits me hard the next morning and cripples me.

But don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I'm grateful for the health I have and really looking forward to the next two months. After all, these are the most exciting ones - the longest long runs, the real start of team bonding, the hardest push in my fundraising and of course - the sweet, sweet taper and the marathon weekend festivities in April.

And speaking of fundraising, my event at Hajjar's in Weymouth is two weeks from tomorrow. Hope to see you there, if you're local!