…is it weird that it’s all I can think about, yet I still feel like it doesn’t quite seem real yet?
It should have felt real when my marathon training guide was complete.
It should have felt real when I received all my Zero: The Project to End Prostate Cancer gear for reaching my fundraising goal.
It should have felt real when I laid out the singlet I designed with all my race day gear.
It should have felt real when all my bags were packed.
And it should have felt real when I teared up while creating my playlist (okay, it kinda felt real as I envisioned myself fist-pumping to “All I Do is Win” at mile 25).
The truth is, it’s all been a blur since I decided to sign up and raise funds for prostate cancer in honor of my daddy, almost died in the extreme heat for the first 14 miler, learned I need more hydration for the first 16, felt great after the first 20 miler, wanted to dominate the world after 22, and completely ate shit on the sidewalk for my final 12.
Then I got this text from Anastasia this morning:
And reacted as such.
All was right again when I remembered the sight I’ll see on the sidelines:
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