In three days I, along with 25,000+ other runners, will participate in the 114th Boston Marathon.
It feels like it’s been two days away for weeks now. Ever since I ran the Eastern States 20 nearly 3 weeks ago as my last long run, I have been suffering through this thing we call the Taper.
I don’t want to wait.
I can taste the Marathon. I want to start right now. The horses are itching to be let out of the barn.
The odd part to me though, is I know, at least based on my last marathon, that at some point this coming Monday I am going to be miserable. At some point I am going to think about calling it quits. At some point I am going to wonder what the hell was I thinking. At some point I am going to falter.
And I can’t wait!
Without the trials, the tribulations have less meaning, less weight. I am relishing the thought of facing these moments and pushing through them with a big grin on my face. And if I don’t? Well, I will know at least I went down trying.
The anticipation for Boston is absolutely killing me. I have played out all kinds of scenarios in my head; anticipating every little setback and minor triumph I may face in my 26.2 mile trek from Hopkinton to Boston.
Here’s the thing though, I find that in my limited experience, the marathon can be a lot like life, just compressed down to 26.2 miles. Like life, a marathon has it’s ups and downs. Like life, you can approach your race in a million different ways. Like life, the marathon can be a cruel. But just like life, the marathon can give the gift of knowing you can do anything.
And so I wait. Pacing. Visualizing. Anticipating. Ready to compress 80+ years down to 26.2 miles.
I can’t wait.
Editors Note: The author of this post, Matt W. (@luau on Twitter), is a runner from Boston, MA. You can add him as a friend or view his training log by visiting his dailymile profile. You read more about Matt and his running on his blog, Run Luau Run.