No idea why I named this blog post something so cheesey but... I feel pretty cheesey right now. Just had an AMAZING 6 miler. I'm talking, left fast, slowed down only once or twice, and came in fast. Felt amazing... figured some stuff out, daydreamed a bit, mostly just enjoyed myself and the power that I felt tonight for some odd reason. This is one of those runs that just "makes life make sense". For some reason everything felt like it was going to be okay and that i was exactly where I needed to be, doing exactly what I needed to be doing at that moment. I teared up a little... and then blew snot on my sleeve (it was a bit chilly and windy). Uh-maz-ing
On another note, someone mentioend in my last blog post they would be scared to run a 700-person marathon in case they end up being the last one, or the only one on the course! I started thinking... what WOULD it be like to be the VERY LAST person on the course? I think as long as they still have aid stations open I'd be okay with it. Official cut off time for this course is 6 hrs 30 minutes. So, I'm thinking I'll be okay :).
That's it... heading to bed now. Got another 13 hour day tomorrow (busy season!!!!!)