Blame it on injuries, kids, budget, time or whatever, it's been a while since I participated in a race that really, really meant a lot to me.
I was so jazzed the first time I ran the Boston Marathon, I couldn't sleep for a full week leading up to it. At the start in Hopkinton, I was so nervous that I pee'd down my leg. (Yes, in a big crowd of runners as the announcer counted down! No, I wasn't the only one, either!)