It’s officially one month from my marathon and it’s all I can think about. I just got my bib number and corral assignment – not last, so that’s all that matters! And the marathon course map is up. Now that I roughly know where things will be, I’m practicing my visual/mental training tips. I knew that the finish line was in Epcot and the final miles are the same miles I ran in the Royal Family 5k (my first 5k) a few years ago. Whenever I am struggling on my long runs, I imagine myself running through the countries in the world showcase and pretend it is the final miles of my marathon.
Now I need to figure out where Brian will be able to see me on the course, and I don’t even know where to begin with that. I see that I hit the Magic Kingdom at around 5-6 miles in, which translates to about 7:00am. I guess I can’t count on anyone meeting me there. I can’t ask someone to be up that early and I don’t need the mental push that early in the race anyway. I think only the mid-way point and the finish line will work on.
I got some news that will affect marathon weekend though. My grandparents live near Orlando and I originally planned to spend just one day with them before the marathon festivities. My grandfather recently got a diagnosis of prostate cancer, and he spent Thanksgiving in the hospital. He’ll start chemo soon, but he’s already 85 so even if things go “perfectly” you don’t quite bounce back from anything at that age. I have already rearranged my travel plans so that I will spend 2 and a half days with him before the marathon events. Spending as much time as possible with him means cutting back or canceling Disney World time, but I have many more years for that. Instead of having Monday (day after marathon) to relax and do nothing or visit with the Princesses, I’ll be getting on a plane to come home. I’m also not taking any extra days off around Christmas and New Year so that I can conserve my vacation days to visit him more throughout the year.
It kind of stinks that I have been so excited and positive about the marathon, but my excitement is clouded by knowing that my grandpa is sick and he might be very sick by the time I see him. But cancer stinks more than anything I could imagine so my inconveniences don’t matter.