Flying Pig - the lunacy

It's Friday. On Sunday morning I will be toeing the line at the Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati. I did this dumb thing last year. I have to think that I was a bit better prepared - despite the somersaultingly dramatic bike wreck a week prior last year. We had done 18mi runs, had been more consistent on both the long run & the mid-week running. I was, just overall, in a bit better shape I think. When I wrecked my bike & could hardly move for the majority of the week & STILL my dumbass ran the event I'm pretty sure I proved whatever I needed to prove to myself and to anyone else. Yeah, my standalone marathon time is only 6:00 (MINUTES!) faster than my Ironman marathon time - sowhat?! I still finished, under duress I might add.

So what have I got to prove this year? I'm certainly not going to prove that I can run one fast (yeah, like I'll ever be able to say that I'm "fast"...fastER than I was...maybe...but never FAST) with as ill-equipped as I am. I'm certainly not deluding myself that this is going to be really fun (perspective: longest run to-date is a couple of 16mi). Top it off - the weather forecast is shit. (Yeah, I'd like to say it nicer, too...but forecast is about 2-2.5in of rain this weekend....)

IF I toe the line to run the full, IF I go the distance, IF I don't hurt myself & IF I am able to enjoy the overall experience - who cares?

I've soul-searched a few times this week trying to figure out why I'm so immovably stuck on this thing & can't come up with the answer. I don't know what I'm proving to who or if this will even do the trick. But I know I can't get this thing out of my head & out of my mind. So on Sunday I will suffer a bit with a bunch of other folks. Here's hoping the expo is cool, the boyfriend rubs my legs well (or doesn't touch me at all, depending on the outcome's severity) & we get a HELLUVA cheeseburger on the way home. There will be a report at some point. (my training log will be caught up too.....after pigs have flown)