I'm in Galveston gearing up for the Diva's half marathon. I'm not really sure how I'm feeling now 10 hours out from the start line, other than a little nervous. Last night, my husband asked if I was excited about the race and I told him that I wasn't sure if excited was the right word. I told him that I was having a lot of feelings, but that it was weird because nervous wasn't one of them. Well, I spoke too soon because the nerves hit me pretty hard this morning. I think knowing that this is the least "prepared" I've ever been for a run has me feeling uneasy. I'm used to be really well trained, having stuck to a strict running program and dedicating myself fully to the preparation. This go 'round, I can't even say I've trained much at a all. I did my long runs and kept up with most weekly short runs, but my mentality just never was quite right. I know that I said this race was going to be just for fun and that I wasn't going to worry about pace or time or finish. Listen, I was lying. Not purposefully. I wanted to be telling the truth. But, this afternoon as I was packing up to head down here, the competitor inside started rearing her head and now I have to admit, I want to run well. I want to run fast.
Of course, I'm willing now to dedicate myself fully to the training. And by "training," I mean carb loading!!
Wish me luck!! Not with the carb loading. I don't need luck with that. It's a given.
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