As the Boston Marathon looms just 10 days away, people eager to cheer me on have posed many a question. They are different than the questions that are rolling around my brain, but for all the answer remains the same.
You see, I’ve run one, that is right, one marathon in my life, and for some unbelievable reason, I qualified for the Boston Marathon. My only experience is that singular experience, where the only goal was to finish. Now, as I look to knowledge as a panacea for my anxiety, this is what I think I know.
It will be hard, both physically and mentally. It will be different. I know enough to be a little afraid, honestly intimidated, and certainly respectful of the task at hand. And I know there is only one answer to the questions below; and that is I honestly, don’t know.
To save us all a bit of time, I’ve included the questions below. Perhaps after April 19, 2010, I’ll have more to say, my brain cells will have been restored, and I will have many a story to tell. Until then . . .
Questions I’ve been asked:
“Are you excited?”
“Are you ready?”
“How many miles are you up to?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Have you trained enough?”
“Aren’t you a little old for this?”
“How do you find the time?”
“What are you going to wear?”
“What will the weather be like?”
“Are you ready for Heartbreak Hill?”
“How’s the taper going?”
“Now again, why are you doing this?”
“How will you celebrate?”
“How long will it take you?”
“How will I get from the airport to my hotel?”
“Short or tights?”
“Will my GI tract cooperate?”
“How loud are the Wellesley girls anyway?”
“Should I carry a water bottle or trust the water stops?”
“Why do I feel like I did during finals week at college – queasy and high strung?”
“How long will the port-o-potty lines really be?”
“Can Heartbreak Hill be any more painful than true heartbreak?”
“Why did I think this was a good idea?”
“What if I don’t finish? How will I get back to Boston?”
“Will I be able to walk the next day?”
To be continued . . .