The race starts in less than two hours. I’m sitting at my computer eating
oatmeal and trying to ignore the major butterflies I have in my stomach. I’ve done this before.
I’ve run several half marathons, why am I so nervous?
I get nervous, I do know this about myself, so I shouldn’t
be surprised. I get nervous for
myself and I get nervous for others.
I think I was even MORE nervous for my younger brother last year when he
was running his first marathon and trying to qualify for the Olympic trails.
Race day is finally here. I know I can
run. I know I will finish. It is the anticipation of what I’ve
been training for the past few months.
It is the hope of finishing with the time I want… but not knowing if
being sick and not training for the last two weeks will hinder that. It is the unknown of what the weather
will do. The weatherman is calling
for rain. I’m hoping he is
wrong. I don’t mind running
in the rain. I mind racing in the rain {sort of ironic I
guess, since my times aren’t much of ‘race’ times}. It is the
thoughts of ‘did I hydrate enough?’
‘Did I eat the enough of the right foods?’ ‘Did I avoid the wrong foods?’ Did I? Did I? Did I?... guess there is only one way to find
out.
Bring it on half marathon!
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