On June 6th, at the finish line of the Rock ‘n’ Roll San Diego Marathon, I was trembling, nauseous, and collapsed in a pile of sweaty exhaustion and joy. Every cell in my body was fatigued and yet I was elatedly contemplating which marathon to sign up for next.
I won’t deny that I’m a little bit crazy. I’m also addicted to racing, ultra-ambitious, and even overzealous when it comes to running because, well, I love it! So when my husband was like: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s ride the high for a bit and dive into what’s next a little later,” I did my best to put my excitement on the back-burner.
Like a child counts the days until Christmas, I pestered him: “Wanna talk about it now? Look at this one! Do you think we can do two more marathons this year?” Given that I could talk running 24/7, I understand that my husband has to have selective hearing in order to maintain his own sanity, but my marathon ambitions were received with a lot of half-listening and promises that: “We’ll talk about it later.”
And so I grew increasingly impatient, anxious and a wee bit sad with the realization that I might not run any more marathons until 2011… Until! Yesterday morning, when I least expected it, I got the most amazing email from my hubby saying:
“I’m feeling pretty fired up to do the Vegas Marathon.”
Yay, yay, yay, yay, YAY!!!!!!!! Registration is not yet official (that’s when I’ll get REALLY stoked), but naturally, I have my training all mapped out. We’re considering all of our options as far as travel and accommodations and it’s looking like my first trip to Vegas will include a runner’s high and a race medal, baby!!!!
