Sunday morning is the annual Chevron Marathon/Half Marathon. This will be my 7th trip down that road of insanity. 7 trips on this merry-go-round means I am either really committed or really stupid (hint: go with the latter).
Common sense says I should say home warm and dry and watch some more football and play with the dogs, but NOOOO, something inside of me says I have to do this. Some silly, warped sense of pride/drive keeps me coming back to the same starting line. Honestly, I feel no better prepared than previous years. I haven't been running or training as much as I should have been. I could list all sorts of excuses, but that is all it really is: excuses. At least I know the course and the system and how to best prepare for it. I've laid out my gear, charged up the iPod, heading downtown this morning to pick up my race packet and bib number and buy some more race crap that I really don't need (need me some more energy shots).
Come early Sunday morning, I'm quite sure I will be seriously questioning my resolve and sanity, but it's too late to back out now and we'll have to see what the weekend brings. At least the weather looks to be decent - sunny with no rain and mid 40s at the start. I've run in a number of different conditions, but rain and cold really seem to take a lot of the fun out of it. Regardless, I will be hitting the dark, chilly streets of Houston at o-dark-thirty with 30,000 other nut cases.
Besides, it's all about the shirt...
1 Corinthians 9:26 - Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air.
Perhaps a more appropriate prayer (for me) would be: Lord watch over me and my fellow runners. Keep everyone safe and whole. May the streets be dry and smooth, the weather fair and the course run true. And Lord, if it is my time, please at least wait until I cross the finish line.