Some of you may recall a little goal I set and met earlier this year that involved training for and running 13.1 miles. Many of you hypothesized that I’d get addicted and in no time be signed up for another half marathon or even—GASP—a full marathon. I enjoyed the half so much that I fully planned on doing another, but a full? Well that’s just craziness.
A few months ago, I started privately pondering the idea of running a full 26.2 miles. Could I do it? Would I get hurt? Would someone do it with me? Where would it be? Do I have the time to train? Am I totally out of my mind?
This mental ping-pong went on for a week. And then I threw all caution to the wind and dove right into the fantasy. That’s right. I Googled “best first marathon” and found so many good suggestions that running a marathon suddenly seemed easy and like a darn good party. Not to mention that this marathon thing would basically be a vacation for me. Chicago? I love the Sears Tower! Virginia Beach? I love the beach! Hawaii? Who doesn’t want to go to Hawaii?