Pregnancy & Marathons

I've been told it's the journey that counts.

I did my last run this morning. 4 miles. It was hard. One of my hardest, in fact. My quads are sore from the shredding they took yesterday running down the hill from Adam's clarinet teacher's house on a measly 3 miler. So, it's rest, rest, rest from now till, as Blingy Bob says, 3 days, 10 hours, 58 minutes, 32 seconds until the gun goes off.

It's a strange feeling being this close.

In some respects, training for a marathon is alot like being pregnant. At first, you do what you're told to do, take your vitamins, you go to checkups, you run your miles. Your due date and the marathon seem like they'll never get here. Then your belly starts to get bigger, you start to see results from your training. Your excitement grows. You start a blog. In my case -- two blogs. ;)

Next thing you know, you are only days away from your due date. There is nothing to do but wait. While you wait, you grow introspective. . . you turn inside yourself. Is this practice for long hours of labor? Or long, lonely, painful hours running the marathon?