some (very well-intentioned) people might tell you that training for a marathon in the same month you’re getting married/traveling for work/generally too busy to do your own grocery shopping is a bad idea. they may be right, but where’s the fun in that? . . my whole life I’ve loved the training and dreaded the race. this time was different! taper crazies put me in a chokehold at times, but I was genuinely excited to do this race with so many friends. I kept telling people I felt like I was so fizzy I might explode on a starting line. when the extra early race morning arrived I felt incredible. did I go out too fast? maybe. remember, zero chill. but despite going hands-on-knees on the Truman (RIP—I now have a visceral reaction to that stretch of highway), I’m glad I went for it and felt strong for as long as I did. show up and blow up, am I right? the marathon is so wild to me because despite how impossible those last four miles felt post-vom, I’d do it all again tomorrow.