Twenty Hours and Counting.
Another great day in the Cradle of Liberty. The sun is shining, the breeze is down, the spirits are high, and the excitement for the Boston Marathon is reaching a near fever pitch. It’s less than 24 hours away.
There are a few checklists that both Paula Harkin and I are running through. I just laid out, tried on, and thoroughly evaluated each piece of apparel that I will use tomorrow.
Equipment: I have my singlet, shorts, socks and shoes, and a hat and gloves. I also have my “throwaway” items: thick gloves, two more base layers, a pair of half tights, some long compression socks, and an awesome New Balance beanie—I hate to give this away but I know some lucky person at the start line will love it.
Nutrition: We are headed to an early dinner, and I have been drinking plenty of water. We have bananas, bagels, and of course, some licorice simply because we dig it. I also have two Glukos Gels (lemon), four Endurolytes Electrolyte tablets, a bottle of water, and some orange-flavored Glukos Gummies (to eat pre-race).
Miscellaneous: I have a stick of Body Glide, nearly all of which I’ll use, mostly because my nerves will cause me to apply it with unnecessary vigor and pressure. In this case, more is better and will prevent any chafing: feet, inseam, singlet seams, toes, heels, arches…worth every penny.
My bib is already affixed to my race shirt. My toenails are trimmed. My brain is poised for the imminent challenge.
These next hours are crucial not because they are physically challenging but because they are emotionally taxing. These hours are when we stand in judgement by our internal voices. This is when hope and courage and fear and anxiety intersect.
Thanks to my wonderful wife, Paula Harkin, and good luck to her tomorrow. She is my hero, and she is the loudest and most encouraging voice in my head. And thanks to coach Scott Fauble for patiently leading the way.
1 Day. 1 Very Simple Way: Up, Up, and Away.