About that time...

So, I'm running a marathon in a day and a half. Man, time flies.

I'm surprised and disconcerted with how not nervous I am. It's a marathon, and I'm all, "Shoot, I've got to wake up early." I don't know if the enormity of 26.2 miles hasn't hit me because I'm just that ill-prepared, or if I'm just OK with running that far.

This'll be marathon No. 4, and I haven't died yet. I don't feel pressure because I don't really have a time goal. I've already hit my PR for the year, and I don't expect to hit it again on Sunday, nonetheless beat it. I'll save that for spring.

The Marine Corps Marathon will be a lot like the Nike Women's Marathon was for me - an experience. When else will I get to run through 26 miles of the D.C. area? (Um, never). There's so much I want to see. I'm the tourist and the marathon is my tour guide, really.

Plus, I attached a sweet "Obama 08" button to my Brooks running hat, specifically for when we run past the White House. (I also plan to throw rocks). (Shhhh).

Anyhow, so that's where I'll be for the next few days. My flight brings me back on Tuesday night, and there'll likely be no blogging between now and then, unless I happen upon an Internet connection.

But I'll do my best to update my Twitter. So keep your eyes peeled for that.

Peace out.