I have nothing witty, inspiring or entertaining to share tonight.
Because I’m tired. Bone tired. I think I’m starting to reach my limit. I had great plans to get up early and enjoy some Black Friday shopping tomorrow but I can’t do it. My body and mind are craving sleep. I need a break.
I’ve respected this marathon dream of mine all along. I’ve committed to it 110%. I knew it would be tough. But I didn’t realize how all-consuming it would be. My life revolves around training. I miss time with my family. I miss sleeping. I miss having a life.
Will it all be worthwhile? I have to believe so. I have to believe in my dream. I have to believe in me.
But come January 12? If I can finish and get that medal put around my neck? I’ll bid the world of marathons adieu. Half marathons? Nope, I anticipate them being a part of my life for a long time.
But this? One and done.