People always ask me what I think about when I run. After, "are you crazy?", it's the typical response. Running is therapy. Therapy for your body and therapy for your mind. I think about a lot of different things but here is a list of the things I think about the most:

1. My body-I think how how it looks now, compared to how it will look when I run the marathon. I think about how my calves are almost completely muscle, and how I wish the rest of me was too :O) I also think about how the next time I see the person I hate most in the world, I'm going to walk by them with my rockin', athletic legs and love every minute of it!(Petty? Maybe, but you asked)

2.Music-I think about whatever song is playing and what it means to me. Was it was a happy, time, sad, time, a whatever time? I think about why I like the song what made me decide to download it. As much as I hate Lady Gaga, she has some great running songs. I just try not envision her face while I run....

3.Blogs-I write blogs in my head. Most of them never make it to fruition. I think of things I've been meaning to blog about, and try really hard to make myself remember for when I get home. As you can tell by my blog updating skills I don't always remember, OK, I never remember. It passes the time though.

4.The Marathon-I think about it alot too. What will I wear? It sounds silly, but you're going to be running for 5 hours straight, you want to be comfy! What if I have to go to the bathroom? HUGE fear here. If I could I wouldn't consume food for 2 days prior just to ensure so potty breaks are needed. However, I need fuel, fuel comes from food. It's a constant worry. I think about water, jelly beans, gels, protein bars and other junk I will consume while running. Will it all taste nasty? I hope not. My tattoo. After I run the marathon I'm getting a tattoo in San Fransisco. I haven't decide what or wear, but I think about what I might like while I run. Running a marathon is huge and I want to commemorate it in a massively huge way.

5. The Survivors-Towards the end when I'm feeling really tired, I think about the children who are battling leukemia and lymphoma. I think about how it ravishes their little bodies. How they have no idea what's happening to them, or why. I think about little babies my Harri's age going through chemo, and boy's Jonathan's age who can't play football b/c they're hooked up to machines, and girls Savannah's with no hair to mess with, and that keeps me going. If those children can endure, then surly I can make it through that last half mile.