It's 5:30am and I'm sitting in my car in the Del Mar Fairground parking lot.
In less than two hours, I'll be across the Start Line and on my way to La Jolla.
Action 401 - Do The Deed. Running, I mean.
Because that is really what this is all about. At the end of the day, this isn't about prep work or eating right. It isn't about expos or medals. And it isn't about mornings at the gym or nights spent packing a bag. It's all about the running.
For two and a half hours, give or take, I'll be on the road. I'll be repeating the same basic motion, putting one foot in front of the other, covering mile after mile until I'm at the Finish Line. In that time, my thoughts will wander. I'll think about everything, and the good stuff twice. I'll miss friends and wish for running partners. I'll admire the view and curse the hills. I'll sing along to music and make up stories in my head about the other runners.
All the while, though, I'll run.
And there is something very pure and authentic in that for me. Regardless of whatever else is happening in this great big world, I know what is ahead for me.
Excuse me, now. I've got to run.