...And I'm terrified.
I've done my training. I've been following a 12 week training log. There was a week-long period where I said screw it and didn't run at all, but I'm back on the path. And...
I'm still terrified.
Of what? Well...Of the multitude of things that could go wrong.
Like:
Tripping
Puking (which of course is followed by peeing my pants, thanks to kids)
Needing to poop with no bathroom in site
Passing out
Cramps
Getting bored
Crying (which also may be followed by peeing, if sobbing is involved)
Getting passed by a 90 year old woman
Getting hit by a car
Getting abducted into the woods, raped, and left to die with multiple stab wounds.
You know, the obvious.
And of course, these are just a given:
I'm trying to think positive. I really am. I try to boost my morale by telling myself things like:
But then I start thinking about the couch, and a book and an ice tea...and running sounds like the last thing I want to do.
And then I think, yeah, but people will enjoy being around me more if I sleep in.
Tell that to my hip flexor that feels disconnected from my hip bone right now
Hmm... sure. Is this a trick question? Because I feel sorry that I'm sore.
I know, I know! You are sitting there yelling at me telling me to
Suck it up!
You're the one that signed up for it, stop whining
So just quit.
Gasp! Did you ACTUALLY just tell me to quit? I never quit! Quitting is for quitters.
So I will do what any person facing the odds of actually not finishing does...go out and prove myself wrong. I will finish this race if it kills me. (It might. I've heard of people dropping dead after a race...granted those are normally real marathons and not these wimpy half-sies, but still... I'm just saying...)
So my motivation to keep training and finish?
My friends who are also running it. Lisa, Chad, Peggy, etc. And Josh, who's running the Susan G. the same day, and Mike, who has been an inspiration coming back from injury to keeping the FAITH.
True. Story.
And let's be honest. I've already paid my registration fee, I'm getting a free shirt and I'm too Dutch to waste that money. So I run because I've already paid for it.
And really, I can only hope this is true:
Except, maybe by the showers since you know, I look like a squished tomato baking in the sun for 3 days after I run. (And most likely smell like it as well)
Happy Trails!
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