I’ve been awake since 4 a.m.  I am still lying in bed, overcome by emotions that I’ve never experienced before. 

I’ve never worked so hard for anything.  I’ve never pushed my body to such extreme limits.  I’ve never kept going when everything was screaming at me to stop.  I had no idea I was capable of anything so big.

I’m driving to DC later this morning.  I have several social events to attend throughout the weekend, and Sunday morning I will be waiting at the starting line with 30,000 other human beings who are as excited and thrilled as I am to be there – all of whom have been on this long journey with me in different parts of the world – all of whom will be participating in the culmination of this adventure called marathon training.

I can’t stop the tears; I’m not sure what this feeling is – relief?  Gratefulness?  Amazement?  Joy?  It’s powerful.  It’s wonderful.  It’s divine.

It’s the end, where I begin.

What a ride.