ending

Ok, so I know I use this blog sporadically and probably unfairly (to the blog I mean...I only show up when I want something, when it suits my needs. Never a thought for the poor blog...), and rarely for mere personal reflection. I think now I would like to reflect...

Last spring, in the final weeks that Leslie was training for Boston, she mentioned having a sense of "things ending." I remember going for a morning run with her, and leaving her at the north shore where she wanted to "think about things" and I remember thinking, man, she's just going to jump in and swim to Mexico or something. Well, she didn't, and it seemed like after the race, things hadn't ended, and she was back to her usual chirpy, chipper self. So maybe it was the marathon training.

As the big day approaches for me, I am having the same feelings. Normally, I am pretty upbeat and positive, and I think of things ending as other things begining (thank you, Seneca), but when it comes to big races, that becomes a problem because I look past the race, to the next race, Christmas, a week off, a marathon in the just-distance-enough future, etc. It is hard to look past the marathon, though, and I think I may be being overly dramatic, but I just wonder what will be next. I've only done a month of "real" marathon training. I can't imagine three-four months (i.e. to prepare for Boston myself). I suppose it will all sort itself out when the time comes (and hopefully that time will be around 2:30!).

I fear a little that this law school idea is merely a product of marathon-craziness. Then again, everyone I talk to thinks it is a good idea. Funny though how everyone views it through their own lens. Almost every person I've spoken to has given their opinion couched in what THEY would do--but not if they were me, just if they were they, and were thinking about law school. Also interesting: people NOT in law school say: "you'll make a good lawyer." People in law school say: "you'll enjoy law school." I suppose one can only relate through one's own experiences. Still, it is funny. It seems also that the detractors (there are few) are only those who would be unable to make such a big decision themselves. Ok, so the more I think about it, the more I think it is not marathon-craziness.

I just wanted to set this down so I can look back, post-marathon, and get some perspective. Maybe for next time, or maybe to remind myself not do it again.

Thanks for listening, blog. I promise I will try to be a better friend, and return the favour some day.