Into The Great Wide Open
I haven’t told you about what’s happening tomorrow before now because:
a) This week donned its best Hammer-inspired crazy pants and thus
b) my words have been spent elsewhere, writing instructions for grant-torch-passing, helping students attack comma splices and encouraging them to write conclusion paragraphs.
c) This being very-new-to-me territory, I honestly have no idea what to expect (beyond miles of trails and trials of miles, of course).
d) All of the above.
Matt’s written a far more eloquent version of the past week’s events and our impending trail-laden trek. The truncated version of the story goes a little something like this:
Tomorrow I’m running 31 miles. That’s (by far) as far as my legs will have carried me up to this point. I’m a bundled mix of nerves and excitement and fear and trust and doubt and without a doubt I’m finishing once I start. My legs feel ready. The rest of me isn’t so rock steady. But I said I’d run, and as crazy as it feels to admit, hydration unfinished and unfriendly pathogens making their presence known, right now thirty-one still sounds like quite a bit of fun.
And not just because at some point I’ll be running here:
But also because of that.
See you on the other side, kids. (I’ll be the one crying and looking like I just went swimming and probably not being able to walk, but also beaming and asking with a mouthful of pizza when we get to do that again.)
This is absolutely the best running post I’ve read. “Looking like I just went swimming and probably not able to walk.” Love it.
YOU CAN DO IT.
I’m cheering you on from afar, all day, and cannot wait to hear about it. Love you!
Thinking of you today as you climb another proverbial mountain. xo
YOU ARE A ROCKSTAR!!!
Kerri, if I don’t hear about this soon, I think I’ll die. (I’ll DIE.)
I know you survived :) Now I’m just looking forward to more of the story xo