The marathon is now close enough that I can check the weather forecast. Sunday is the day. This time next week, I will be a marathon finisher. Whoa. If I take too long to think about it, it's a little crazy.
But most of the time, to borrow a word I first heard on the wonderful British comedy 'As Time Goes By', I'm feeling rather sanguine about it. I've been told that there's very little attrition between the starting line and the finish, so if you can make it through the training and get there Sunday morning, you're probably going to finish. And since that's all I want to do, and I feel like I can, it's just a matter of getting through those half a dozen hours. And deciding how to reward myself.
Hopefully I'll be rewarding my feet soon with their own hand knit socks. Here are the shoes I'll wear them with, along with the progress I made over the weekend:
Since then, I have turned the heel of the first sock and am working on the gusset. As of this afternoon:
Just like training for the marathon, it's amazing what a well-laid out plan, or pattern in this case, can do for you. Just follow the instructions, taking them step by step, and eventually you will find yourself at a place you might have thought was too hard to get to. Marathon running, sock knitting, it's all the same kind of thing.
Or maybe that's just the pre-race jitters talking.
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