Last year, before my first marathon, I honestly didn't know if I would finish. My goal was 5:30, so that I would have had an hour to hobble across the finish line (in case of injury). As the marathon approached, I secretly dreamed of finishing in under 5:00. I finished in 4:51. (This time would make a "real" marathoner depressed for weeks on end)
I think of that 80's song... (who sang that?)..."Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies..." This year, I've been fairly confident of my ability to improve that time. I've taken 2 minutes/ mile off of my average times last year, and as a result, here I am...injured just 2 weeks before the race. But another song comes to mind... "Lie to me, honey!"
I can't decide if I should lie to myself and say "you can still run faster if you just recover," or if I should tell myself the truth. "You're going to be lucky to finish."
I simultaneously love and hate the unknown. Chicago, you are my Arch-Nemesis! I will keep coming back for more until I beat you!!!! Maybe if I wore a super-woman outfit to run in, you would be intimidated into submission!!!!!! You may take me down in 2008, but I'll be back.... Moooaaaa-haaaa-haaa, haaa!!!!!