It's all in the hands of the gods.

Three weeks from now I will have completed my first full marathon. Hopefully I will have done it in under 3 hours. I've had some workouts in the last few weeks that have let me know the fitness is there; they were also great confidence boosters as well: a 16 mile long run with the last 13 miles at race pace (6:50s), a 22 mile long run with the last 6 miles at race pace, and 10x800 on the track in 2:50 with one lap easy jog active recovery. I've prepared as well as I can, now it's, "all in the hands of the gods," as they say.

In 11 days I'll no longer have a cell phone. In 24 days I'll be on a plane to Europe. In high school I would never have imagined what twists and turns my life would take up to this point. What wonderful surprises they have been. I made it through college, somehow became a bass player, made some of the best friends in the world and then spent years making music and touring with them. I've been just getting by, but I've never felt poor. I became an endurance athlete - first a runner and then a triathlete. I've never had a "real" job. I look back on all of these things and smile. Now I'm moving to Budapest with one of my best friends. I can only shake my head and wonder what the future will bring. Although this isn't the path that most people take, I feel like I'm doing it right.