I think running is funny. Not funny “ha ha” per se, but funny in the fact that you can feel totally different throughout the course of a run, from one run to the next, etc. Take our recent 20 milers for example:
The 20 miler on 3/14 was great for me and not so great for Sarah.
The 20 miler on 3/21 was great for Sarah and I felt like Death.
So while the two 20 milers varied greatly for both Sarah and me, I know that we’re ready. And I’m f***ing pumped to whoop this marathon’s butt. So much so that we went ahead and signed up for the Chicago Marathon in October. Because really, we’re badasses like that.