Never again, I told myself. Who runs marathons in July? In the South? Despite the night-time vibe and absence--except for, ahem, a few very slow runners--of sunlight, I ran my by-far-slowest-ever marathon finish. In July. In Tennessee. (The upside was that I redeemed myself from my only DNF, which had occurred the past October).
And yet, 45 minutes into the initial signups on April 1, I saw a FB post that the Loonies Midnight Marathon had already signed up runners from 16 states, and...well, what could I do? The thing might sell out while I just watched from the sidelines (and I was, in fact, sitting on the sidelines of a lacrosse field as I read that post on my smartphone. Thank you, technology).
Now. The trick is to actually train worth a flip, which I did not do a year ago.