I woke up last Sunday morning with a sense of calmness. While I was excited that my favorite day of the year had arrived, I knew the task in front of me. I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t anxious. I was relaxed and ready to take on the marathon. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I knew that my training had been interrupted enough to the point where it wasn’t going to be pretty. All I could think about was a saying that Kevin Rosenberg engrained in my brain as a sophomore in High School, “failing to prepare is preparing to fail.” No, I didn’t think I was going to fail, but I did know that I hadn’t properly prepared. The marathon is a grueling, challenging distance. It’s a distance that requires proper training. Proper preparation. I knew that I wasn’t going to run my fastest. I knew that at some point in the day my legs were going to hurt and I was going to struggle. I knew that there would be pain. I was just hoping that my legs could hold on for as long as they possibly could.