I like to run. I like the feel of the pavement pounding against my shoes. I like the wind breezing gently past my face. I like that I can clear my mind of everything, except the simple reminder to “breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth”. I even like the sore legs the next day. Dare I say, after 8 years of running in different forms and fashions, I think running is fun. But is it 26.2 miles of fun?
I know running is 6.4 miles of fun:
And I know that running is even 13.1 miles of fun:
But I’ve never had the strength, determination, or endurance to figure out if running is 26.2 miles of awesomely good times…until now. Today, I made the decision to run the Bank of America Chicago Marathon in October – my first ever FULL marathon. So in a mere 248 days I’ll be able to say with confidence what’s it’s like to pound the pavement for 26.2 grueling miles. Are you ready? Because I’m sure as hell not…but I will be.