The four stages of marathon anticipation:
Stage one: Blind optimistic excitement. “Yes,” (to ANYONE who will listen with ears), “I’m running a marathon in 16 weeks and 5 days!”
Stage two: Occurs after the first truly awful and truly wonderful long runs have happened. It can take you from feeling like you’re worthless to feeling like you’ve conquered the world. Either way, you’re even more determined to finish the damn thing. Even though it is still months away.
Stage three: OMG other people ran a great marathon today and I’m scared and OH she ran a fast race–I thought I was faster than her–well HELL, now I’m SCREWED. I JUST WANT IT TO BE OVER!
Stage four: It’s me. The road. My legs. Don’t I actually kind of love to run? Isn’t that how I got myself into this? Yes, that’s why. That BQ I want? Would just be icing on the cake. You get to run 26.2 miles this weekend, headcase. Make it count.
I’ve just made the leap to stage four.