So I ran one-fifth of the Vancouver Marathon yesterday, my part being a relatively flat 10 K. I went as part of a relay team, the very awesome "Ligers" and it was super fun and I think I did OK considering I haven't run anywhere for about the last month or so.

Howevah, it was also a supremely huge wake-up call for how much longer I have to go on this marathon! I did my bit, went to BC place to get my jacket, went home, showered, had breakfast and coffee, played with the dog, and THEN went back to the stadium to meet up with the team. And somewhere along the way it occurred to me that come November that will be all me, all running that entire time. And it suddenly seemed very hard and very long and I had a little mini freak-out.