Well, this time next week I will be in the now familiar aftermath of 26.2 miles. My ankle is tender, but making due. Ralph keeps joking that he is going to buy me this crazy thing that is advertised in the coupon circular of the Sunday paper.
There is something exciting about knowing that I will have completed four marathons in four months. And something somewhat daunting about the thought of six more marathons in the next eight months.
One thing that this journey is teaching me is that life really is one step at a time. I am not sure that all runners feel this way, but I do. If I can just keep putting one foot in front of the other, I will get there. And sometimes, just getting there is success in itself.