23 Miles. I can’t believe I’m going to run 23 miles tomorrow.
This is scary like opening a new show and as I do before every opening night, I am preparing by going shopping. I almost always stop at a drugstore on the way to the theater and buy something new on the way to opening night, even if it’s just a new tube of mascara. It seems impotent at the time and gives me a little boost of confidence. At least my mascara won’t be clumpy.
This afternoon, was my first day back in Leslie’s class at the McBurney Y and afterwards on the take-shelf of books I picked up a copy of MARATHON WOMAN, by Katherine Switzer. It was autographed. I think it was meant for me.
Then, I went to Jackrabbit Sports on W 14th and bought some gels and protein bites to take with me on my long run tomorrow. I also bought a Jackrabbit t-shirt, the black one with the circular city on the front that I admired on one of the other Galloway runners earlier this year.
23 Miles…