My Secret to Running a Marathon (My Dublin Marathon Race Report)
It was October 27, 2008. The day had come, the day of the 2008 Dublin Marathon. It was 6am when my iPhone sang Little Less Conversation to me, a song my roomie and I had chosen the night before to get us out of bed and get the blood pumping. I had mentally tricked myself into thinking that I had slept in. (After all, it was only 2am in Michigan, and I hadn't quite adjusted to the time change.) I came off a rather solid night of sleep, despite the drunken songs by local Irishman that were flooding through my window from the pub just outside my hotel window. Slowly, methodically, Katie and I started our pre-race rituals. For me, my highest priority was turning on the tunes. Nothing can lead me away from a case of the nerves better than music. There were a lot of things I needed to bring with me on this day. I went through my checklist to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything. 7 strawberry-sanana PowerBar gels. Check. 1 peanut butter Clif bar. Check . 1 hydration running belt. C...