It came to my personal e-mail account at 1:49 p.m.
My official Philadelphia Marathon bib number and race confirmation.
And, just like that, it all becomes very real.
So, I'm No. 4432. Stutter and a countdown. Kinda like this column and blog have been over the last few months ... repeating certain feelings/subjects and marking the time between then and now.
The marathon starts you in groups based on the time you expect to finish in. I am in the green corral, right in the middle of the field.
Thinking back to yesterday's 5k, and how good it felt to run strong, I'm going to have to remind myself not to get caught up in the moment. That's what happened Sunday, and there were no repercussions. Do that this Sunday, and I'll be looking at a world 'o' hurt.
And nobody wants that. Especially when I'm still going to have to drive home afterward.
