Tomorrow is the NYC Marathon. The even that started this whole journey two years ago. And now … it’s about to happen.
It has been a long journey, but also feels so short in some sense. Scary.
I am not sure if I am nervous. I am just happy that the day has arrived.
7 hours of running? Maybe more? A much longer day than that in general?
FUCK I am getting JAZZED about this race. JAZZED TO THE TITS.
FUCK IT DUDE, you have WORKED FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS. CHIN UP. YOU HAVE GAS IN THE TANK.
This is MEANT to be a HARD RACE.
Keep your pace within the bracket. Get appropriately jazzed up. Get your gels going. WE are GOOD
The Rolex Life 
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