Oh yeah. I'm running a marathon in Chicago this weekend.
It's funny... I haven't packed yet (though I did finally make the list of what I need to pack and went and got my suitcase from my parent's attic). I haven't checked the race website. I haven't made any set plan with regards to going to the expo on Saturday. I've barely made plans with friends for finding each other AT the race. And I have looked at the weather, but mostly just so I know how to pack and not because I'm too concerned about race day.
Maybe it's because it's my 11th marathon and I know what to do. Or maybe it's because I'm just kind of in a bit of a funk so it's not really a big deal right now.
I'm more interested in just going to Chicago and seeing my friends than I am the race. The race I have only kind of halfway trained for...
It's just funny how your plans change. When I registered for this race on February 1st, I was sure I'd train hard and go up there with a goal to break 4:00. Instead, I've barely gotten enough long runs in (and definitely have skipped a lot of other runs) and I just want to enjoy the course, the city, my friends and new people I meet along the way. I don't care in the least what the clock says.
It feels good to be going up there with no set plan for the race, but at the same time I kind of can't believe myself that I didn't do what I intended to do all along.
It's going to be a fun weekend. It's going to be a fun race.
It just isn't going to be what I had originally intended, and that's ok.