You’d think after more than a year of planning for this moment, hitting the register button would prompt at least some sort of thrill. Just a little one; nothing major. At least some small signal to indicate that every cell in my body fully understood what a monumental moment this was.
I filled in my name, my projected time (4:59:59, because, while it will probably take me more than 5 hours, setting a possibly unattainable goal is just one of the things that keeps me feeling young), and method of payment. I winced at the fee of $227, which is more than $8 per mile and a ridiculous amount no sane person would agree to pay in exchange for the torture of pushing their one and only body through such a feat.
Then I sat there, expecting to feel triumphant. Instead–nothing. Read the rest of this entry »