Where I say “whoops” after looking at the calendar
This weekend was, basically, the last weekend for a “long run” before the marathon. So, naturally, we got about a foot of snow while the calendar still read “October,” and running in a wintery mix is not exactly what I wanted to do.
So, I bag a run on Saturday and then, against my better judgement, I drove out to NJ with my wife to attend my stepbrother’s wedding1, spent the night in Philly (meaning that I got a whole 4 hours of sleep), and worked my way back home. The weather had cleared, but there was still a lot of snow on the ground . . . I napped for just a little while, packed the kids up in their winter finest, and stuck them in the jogging stroller.
My plan was to run 18 miles, or to go until the kids complained. I made it 8.5 before they started screaming. Oh, well – I still have the half-marathon distance well under my legs, and I’ll be able to run most mornings until I taper . . . I’m nervous, but I’ll make it through the marathon (because I have great confidence when my sanity wanes).
The real reason I wanted to write this post, though, was that I was looking at my schedule immediately following the marathon. I’ll run from 8:00 until I’m done (this should be sometime between noon and 1:00), get my stuff, hop in the car, and work my way to the Carlisle Theater because, you see, I have a symphony concert immediately following the race.
So, if you’re in the greater Harrisburg area, and wanted to, say, bring a vat of deep-fried cheese curds to the finish line of the Harrisburg Marathon, so that I can rapidly re-inject calories, it would be greatly appreciated.