Misadventures with wine, weights, and running shoes.

Thank you

Sunday, October 26, 2014

At the time that this post is published, I should have made my way across the starting line of the 39th Marine Corps Marathon.

Two years ago, the prospect of running a marathon was the furthest thing from my mind. I would scoff at the shear thought of it, saying, "Nope, won't happen." I meant that too.

Or I did then.

Now, I'm sitting in a DC hotel on the eve of the race amazed at where I started and how far I've come. Fellow blogger, The Lone Runner, wrote: "It takes a village to prepare a runner for marathon day."

She is so incredibility right.

I could not have gotten here without the love and support of so many amazing people, a number of which have no clue the role they've played in getting me here. This post is dedicated to everyone that has made this possible.

To my Family and non-runner Friends that have stuck by my side and supported this decision even though they think I'm nuts.

To my extended Family of the SdM, I took "put your foot on the path" literally. I'll be back soon.

To my co-workers that are stuck with me the most hours of every day which subjects them to my ramblings about miles, cross training, diet, and how my everything hurts.

To the Annapolis Striders for providing the training program and endless supply of Swedish fish.

To everyone that joined me early Saturday mornings on the B&A trail to tackle what seemed like an endless number of training runs.

To my running buddies, for the endless moral support and advice that can only come from veteran marathoners.

To Tim Ferris, your moral support has meant so much more than you could ever know.

To Sandy of So What? I Run! for blazing the trail ahead of me.

To Amber of Mama's Blissful Bites for listening to my paranoid rants and reassuring me that everything will be great.

To Fred & Matt of PlowOn Gum for helping me get up and get moving on the days I didn't feel like it. #PlowOn!

To Hope Mallette, for giving a gift to Cindy that she is now passing on to me - the courage to try.

To my Partner in Crime and Soul Sister, Cindy - I could not have gotten here without you and can't wait to for the journey that is to come.

To Glenn, for being my rock and keeping me grounded in all this.

To God for hearing me every time I prayed, "Dear God, just get me through this run." Please get me through tomorrow too.

Love,
Theresa
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