You probably think Pam is writing this post, right? Because I swore off marathons for 2015. Heck, I considered swearing them off FOREVER after Richmond Marathon. That race sucked. It sucked hard. And I wasn't sure I ever wanted to tempt that devil again. But I did. After chatting with my MCM running buddy, Danielle, I entered the lottery on Sunday. I didn't really tell anyone. I figured I wouldn't get in and that would be that. But yesterday morning when I woke up and did my typical social media scrolling while brushing my teeth, I saw someone mention they had gotten their lottery notification on Twitter. And I quickly clicked over to my email. It started with "Congratulations..."
"I'm in." I literally said it out loud to myself. And then I grinned. I was going to run another marathon, one that means a lot to me and holds a special place in my heart. I texted Mom. And then Danielle. And I waited. A few hours later, my heart sank. Danielle didn't get in. I had already made plans for us to run together in my mind. I'm hopeful that there might be a charity bib or a transfer bib in her future (hint hint).
I can't wait to share more about my journey back to "Take the Iwo" this October. It's sure to be a busy summer with ramping up for marathon training!