It’s about time for a formal confession: friends, family, readers – this year, I bit off more than I could chew. Too many things, too little time, and the easiest, safest place to scale back – sadly – was KateRuns.
I had mapped out my (Gr)attitude topics, but after I fell behind almost immediately and my mother expressed dismay at my just barely touching on why I’m grateful for my rural roots, the whole scheme seemed a bit overwhelming.
But it has not been forgotten! Especially with the current forecast predicting some ludicrous race day temperatures, I know that I’m going to want to stick by my motivational plan of staying in the moment mile by mile pondering things and people for which I’m grateful. So, I’ve got some catching up to do – Miles 7 through 26.2 are still being drafted, and I promise they’ll make their way here eventually.
But first! The important stuff: bib numbers, athlete tracking and many, many thanks.
As of yesterday, I’ve officially passed my fundraising goal, bringing me to a total of $9,591 raised in support of debate programs in Boston Public Schools over the past two years. THANK YOU! If you’d like to make an 11th hour donation – or if you’re waiting to see if I actually survive Monday’s balmy 26.2 – the Razoo widget will remain live on the home page until mid-May.
If you’re interested in tracking my progress through the course on Monday (spoiler alert: I’ll progress very, very slowly), you can enter my bib number 21962 through the BAA’s athlete tracker to sign up for text or email alerts.
This part of the taper gets tricky. Race up the escalators on the T? No problem! My legs feel quicker than they have for months, and I’m a bundle of energy. I also start noticing every little tweak – an ankle here, a knee there – and grow anxious about how that tweak might change over 26 miles. As I type, over-caffeinated and anxious about the forecast, a muscle over my ribcage is twitching uncontrollably.
So it goes. Last night, a visit to the expo to pick up my bib; today, a team pasta dinner; Sunday, attempt to lay low and actually sleep. All too soon, go time.
Thank you so much for all of your support – it will mean more than ever as I arrive in Hopkinton on Monday!