Two Weeks to Go

There are exactly 14 days until the marathon. I have been planning for this day for a good five months now, and it feels surreal that the day is actually coming. Among applying to run for charity, raising money for said charity, doing workouts with this charity, buying new shoes ($$), stalking the official website, and actually logging the miles, I haven’t even really thought about the marathon being a real day that would some time arrive. That’s pretty stupid of course, but I also think maybe it’s a good thing. I haven’t been too worried about it, and that can’t be all bad.

Unless…
What if on Sunday I forget the race is on Monday and I:
Don’t set my alarm clock?
Cut my toenails and they become too short and ingrown?
Go out and get totally hammered? Go on a long, relaxing-but-tiring-and-definitely-not-on-the-training-plan run?
Eat spicy Mexican?
Go skiing and break a leg?
Have a Red Bull and stay up too late, pacing the apartment with a heart rate of 170?

These are just a few things that could potentially happen to someone who hasn’t yet realized the marathon is a real race on a real day that will really happen. Out of the 20,000+ people running this marathon, I wonder if a single one will encounter one of the potential, and totally realistic, hazards. Luckily for me, I only marginally like Red Bull (the diet one), won’t go skiing, just cut my toenails, and it’s a good thing I don’t worry. Ever. About anything.