As I sit here in my living room, contemplating the run I have planned for today, I feel nervous, excited, and ready. Sundays have traditionally (for me) been a day that I looked forward to with dread absolute. The thought of the thrill of the weekend ending and the new work week's commencement approaching always gave me a hopeless, pathetic feeling of sadness. Now, when I go to bed on Saturday, I have something fun to look forward to, the "Sunday Long Run." Today, I am going to embark on a fifteen mile journey of navigation by land on foot that will probably bring me to the brink of tears and then back again, to the height of pain and then the exhilaration of ecstasy. Today, I conquer my psyche, tomorrow I can conquer the mental giant that is work. I will get back at you guys when I find out what 15 miles is like and I have had a chance to digest the feeling of finishing it. The marathon is becoming a reality in my mind, and my body is responding appropriately, the time for giving up has passed, from here there is only one destination, and that is the finish line on April 19th of the Go! St. Louis Marathon.
Positive thought for the day:
Give of yourself everything, the rewards rendered will be tenfold that which you have given up.