I'm feeling giddy. And nervous. But mostly giddy.
If you read Monday's column, you know the training program JoAnne Barbieri has been sharing calls for a long run of 16 miles. Tomorrow morning, I'm gunning for 14.
Granted, it's not the full length. But for a guy who's topped out at 8 miles since early August, it's a big day. Now I'm feeling twitchy, eager to get out there and prove myself one way or another.
Assuming it goes well, and there's no reason to think otherwise, it'll be the culmination of a big week.
This has been the kind of week I'd have had before the injury. I ran Monday to Wednesday, took today off and will plow through a long run tomorrow. This is the way it's supposed to have been all along.
(Of course, then there wouldn't have been the drama - if that's what you want to call it - of me wondering whether I'd be able to run the Philadelphia Marathon at all. I say, and we'll quote Mary J. Blige on this one: No more drama. Please. I just don't think I could take anything else.)
Early on, I wrote about the windshield and the bug. For the first time in a while, I'm feeling like the windshield again. And it feels good.
