You know … sometimes us runners are just plain C.R.A.Z.Y (yup…totally roped all of you in on this).
So, there I was … it was after 9pm and I was searching my Facebook page when I saw it! It was an advertisement for the Philly Marathon (November 24, 2019) and I don’t remember what happened next … but somehow I was punching in the number of my credit card and “Congratulations You’re Registered” just appeared on the screen.
My first marathon was the 2017 Marine Corps Marathon and it was an awesome experience. I ran alone but there were several magnificent women from the Woodbridge/Manassas MRTT also running that morning. There is absolutely nothing that compares to the camaraderie from that group.
So fast-forward to 2019 and there is SO much that has changed about my life. I now live in South Carolina (also known as “holy HELL it’s HOT“), I run alone in the mornings (because frankly no other MRTT compares), and I am two years older. But there is nostalgia in the realization that the road to a marathon is full of early morning weekends, sweaty, stinking, nasty clothes (I mean seriously how much sweat can one gal produce?1?!), heat rash under my bra line, and frequent exploration of my sanity.
This time around I have a wonderful trainer who’s introducing me to new methods, reminding me to take care of myself, and sharing the method to the madness of marathon training. Most importantly — she is reminding me of the mental toughness required to run 26.2 miles … when … absolutely nothing is chasing you.
I will be traveling solo, running solo, and will have no MRTT wing women along the route. Perhaps the greatest change to this journey is the realization that at the core of it all is just me and the road.