Today, I did something a little crazy.
I signed up for a marathon. In Paris.
All together now: Eeeeeeeeee!
Really, I could not be more excited to go to Paris again. And heck, to run a full marathon for the first time. I just can’t think too hard about it. Or about the training.
Oof, the training.
I’m running it with my pal, Diana, who ran the Philly Half with me, and of course Joey will be there to support. It’s actually the same week as our anniversary, so it will be nice to celebrate by revisiting one of our honeymoon spots. (You know, without getting food poisoning this time.)
So I’m psyched. And terrified. And totally open to any marathon training suggestions/schedules my marathoner readers have to share.