10 Days, 18 hours....

I was just on the Chicago Marathon's website and saw it change over to 10:18:59... that's just crazy to me! Talk about seeing the home stretch!

While running with Becky this week, she mentioned her nerves. She said that at times she's so excited it's almost here, and at other times she's freaking out. Oddly enough, I was kinda just listening to her going, "Yeah..." You know, in that typical Regan-fashion of "nodding" and "agreeing" but it's not really registering, so I'll just keep nodding and agreeing. (I've been accused of this all of my life)

Then last night, while having dinner with Chandra, she said, "You must be so pumped up but so nervous all at once! I can't even imagine!" Again, "Uh huh" and "Yeah" came out. I have "sort of" been thinking about it, but not really.

This morning, the wall hit me. Like a ton of bricks, I was driving to work and I just thought, "Holy Crap! I'm about to run 26.2 miles with 45,000 people in a city I've never run in and it's happening not this Sunday but the next!"

Amazing how one can start sweating on a cool Autumn morning...

Anyway, it's coming up and it's coming up fast. Not the vomit in my stomach (that I'm pushing back with all of my might!), but the incredible task that awaits me. A MARATHON!!! You know, people use that term throughout daily conversations: "It's not like you're running a marathon" or "I just came out of a marathon meeting." Well, we're about to RUN a marathon!

Am I ready? Hmmm... ask me that later on when/if I'm not freaking out!