Marathon Madness

I am training for the 2015 New York City Marathon on Sunday, November 1.  These are the facts: I am halfway through week ten of a twenty week training program; I have run four half-marathons and countless shorter distance races in preparation; I have logged 159 training miles thus far; I'm tired; I'm hungry; I wake up between 5:15am and 5:45am four days a week and go through my pre-run routine wondering if I can make it another run; I've eaten more peanut butter than anyone probably should in a lifetime; my laundry pile is 95% running gear; I'm fortunate to say that my feet are still "beach-ready" though two black toenails hide below "Bridesmaid Bonanza" colored nail polish, I have not been out on a Saturday past 12pm in several months; I've spent hundreds of dollars on shoes, massage therapy, running gear, lotions, salves, and fuel; I am in bed by 9:30pm most nights of the week!  Am I crazy?  I am JUST beginning to think so and I love it!    As I slog through hot and steamy early morning runs, nodding to my fellow runners who must also be in training because who else would be out in this heat, I visualize the sense of accomplishment I will feel when I cross that finish line in November but before I get to the finish line, I am working, one mile at a time, to get to the starting line.  To be continued...