Early tomorrow morning I leave for San Francisco. It's surreal how fast the time has passed, and now I have the marathon monster staring me down. Sunday morning at 7:00, I'll start the race of a lifetime.
Each marathon is unique in weather, fellow runners, location, and when in my life it takes place. This one falls right after my 29th birthday. How empowering to be randomly chosen out of 100,000 runners to be one of 20,000 women to run this race. How amazing to be healthy and fit enough to undertake this kind of adventure. How fortunate to be able to meet my wonderful friend Robin for a girl's weekend.
It's going to be fantastic. So why am I so nervous?!
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Good luck, Liz! I love San Fran, although last time I was there I had strep throat. Ghiradelli chocolate just doesn't taste the same when your throat feels like cotton balls.
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