In the last two months I have run two half-marathons. I have done the "Asics 100 miles in a month challenge" twice and next week I am running the San Diego Marathon. My knees hurt. My ankles hurt. My feet hurt. I ran eight miles this past Sunday in 100 degree heat with a pain in my side the entire way. The Sunday before I ran almost 20 miles and nearly collapsed. I am as nervous about this marathon as I was for my last fight. But I'm doing it anyway.
Call it a mid-life crises but I just have this need to challenge myself, to find out what, if anything, is left in the tank. I am still planning on fighting a couple more times this year. I should have my next fight in July.
I am older and about 20 pounds heavier than I was the last time I ran this marathon five years ago. I expect unimaginable pain. So why am I doing it? I have no fucking idea. It is just something I have to do. Something I have to prove to myself that I am still capable of. Wish me luck.
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