Saturday, May 19, 2007
A quick note because I'm running to the train station to get to Wilmington. Tomorrow's the showdown with the pigdog in Delaware. Do I feel prepared? No. Am I nervous? Of course. One thing I've noticed with marathons is the nerves never go away, not before the first or the twelfth. The first few marathons bring worries about what it will be like. Then, after knowing full well, the worries are about going through the sucky parts. Tomorrow's going to have plenty of suckiness. Luckily, Stroh of Arabia seems to have been enjoying the fruits of freedom since his return. That should take a spring out of his step.