I am nothing if not honest with myself. I might lie to the rest of you, but never to myself. This method usually works well. 
Which means that I can easily see why some would say that I am freakin’ nuts. Even other runners will tell you that my goals are quite lofty. Not only am I doing another marathon (what, was one not enough torture?) but now I want to shave twenty minutes off my time??
Well, a girl can dream, right? And this girl is dreaming of Boston. And if I can see 3:40:00 or less on that clock when I cross the finish line, then I am in. But even having that dream I was waiting…..waiting…………running…………not actually entering the race until, well, later because I wanted to give myself time to ease into the idea. Or just procrastinate. Or something.
Until I got an email from Chelsea, telling me that the race has a good cahnce of selling out. Not only that, but she had decided to run it after I prodded and pushed and begged (don’t worry, it was very dignified) and THEN she entered. Before me. So I had to.
And now I am scared shitless. What if my knee doesn’t get me through the next months? What if the first marahton was a fluke? What if I’m not able to run the 26.2 again? What if aliens land on Earth the day before and they cancel the race and I’m out the 70 bucks?
*sigh* I am such a drama queen. My knee feels better than it has in months. My running is progressing nicely. I did another 15 miler last weekend (I’m not going to make the jump to 17 miles for another month or so, since I am already way ahead of most marathon training programs). And while aliens landing on Earth could happen, I highly doubt they would cancel the 25th annual CIM just for that. 
So anyway, pertinent information (I’m too lazy to see if I already posted this, so skip it if you’ve heard it before).
December 2, 2007 —–> I figure my Christmas present will be qualifying for Boston. And my birthday present will be running Boston. 
Here is the course map:
http://www.runcim.org/images/map.jpg
And the course profile:
http://www.runcim.org/images/courseelev.jpg
It’s a net down hill (sweeetttt!) with little (and some not so little) hills thrown in there to keep you from getting board. Would it be cocky of me to say that I really think I can qualify for Boston? I don’t know where the confidence comes from, and I am fully prepared for the confidence to come and go and be mostly gone by The Big Day. Well. I should say that I am confident when Drama Queen Callie doesn’t take over my brain.
Anyone know a good exorcist?
