I spent time on the floor of my office, stretching, this morning. I was never without my Nalgene bottle today, drinking as much water as I could remember to drink. I stretched on the bus over to Aimee’s, and watched as we drove by all my running routes from the past year. As far as the eye could see, I’d run, sometime in the past twelve months of training. Every street, every bridge, every bike path, and now we’re on our way to the airport so I can put it all together on Sunday.

I read an interview with John Edwards in Runner’s World Magazine last night, not that I needed another reason to think he’s an interesting, well-rounded, thoughtful, and determined alternative to Grampa Evil. I also tried to pick up some last minute tips on training for the marathon, though at this point, I’d better not try anything new.

It’s funny to think of what I thought a marathon meant a year ago; it seemed like an impossible goal. But now that I’ve chipped away at the distance over the last few months, it seems like something that will be tough, but that will just require me to do something over and over for a little longer than I’ve done it before. It’s within a realm of possibility now, and I’m excited to get it started. talk to me on Monday, I guess, and see if I still feel as charitable.