where would i be right now if all my dreams had come true

The last two weeks before a marathon basically suck. You go from running a total of around 2hrs+ a day to an hour, hour and a half. And it makes you feel like you ain't doing jack squat, and that your fitness will be lost, and all that crippity crap. So here I am in the Bucktown neighborhood of Chicago, hangin' out with Megan my bro Mike's girlfriend, hazelnut latte already has passed through the system, trying to get my butt out the door for 50m-hr of running knowing fully well that this is it for the day, and I just can't get it going. The last two weeks before a marathon basically suck.