Marathon #4
Was a little nuts. Went out way too fast for 18 miles and almost had a panic attack for the next three. Was not phased by the idea of finishing, or even continuing. Just wanted to hurry up and get done so the boyfriend and I could have a meal with my parents, followed by a Marathon of “Gossip Girl” on my couch.
Some people don’t feel they need to punish themselves by running 26.2 miles to watch the antics of people named “Blair Waldorf” and “Chuck Bass”—but apparently I do! Guilt much?