believe it or not, there is only less than one month until my marathon. as i finished my 20 mile run today, i tried to think of WHY i am doing this to myself.

as my father, [cliche man], would explain, 'well, why do people climb mountains? cos they're there.' part of this is true, i guess, but there has to be a better reason to put my body through such satisfying torture.

i think i'm going it because i can. because five years ago i couldnt since i was a fat little turd. with no respect for my physical self.

i may also be doing it because once its over, i will have officially graduated to the level of mental toughness that only endurance athletes can obtain, and that automatically makes me a better person than most people. stated less egotistically, it gives me a mental advantage over most people.

or maybe this is all just another symptom of my overachieveing ways. i couldnt just be happy with running some 5Ks or even a half marathon, i have to tackle the biggest challenge a runner can.

its all or nothing sometimes with me.