There’s a great cookbook designed specifically for runners called “Run Fast. Eat Slow.” That is such good advice…for someone who can run fast. Or eat slow. I am neither.
Regardless of my slow pace and penchant for eating with gusto, I have done the unthinkable and signed up for my first marathon. The average pace of the Kansas City Marathon on October 21, 2017 is about to get a lot slower. And sweatier. And much, much whinier.
This blog is an account of my journey from non-marathoner to marathoner. Join me while I eat fast and run slow.
The moment you’ve been waiting for is finally here. Welcome to the laughter, pain, and tears of my first marathon… 
Every experienced marathoner will tell you the same thing about your first marathon: just focus on finishing and have fun, DO NOT set goals. So, here are my goals: 
My mind is an idealist, my brain is a realist, and my body is a wonderland. – Marissa (and a little John Mayer) 
Since deciding to run this marathon, I’ve told every human, animal, and mineral that I’ve come in contact with about it. Several of them have called me an inspiration. With great power comes great responsibility, or something. 
After my 10-mile run on Saturday, I took a nap, ate lunch, then dozed off again. Two naps in one day. Uh-oh. 
Eat Fast. Run Slow. 