It’s 5:30AM. My friends are dropping me off near the start line of my most recent marathon. I slept for exact 2 hours the night before. All I have is my iPod, my number, and my gels. And I walk away from the car having exactly two thoughts:
What the fuck am I doing awake this early to run?
I’m kicking ass, that’s what I’m doing.
And yeah… That’s pretty much what goes through my mind before every race.