Tomorrow I will decide for sure what I'm wearing and get everything all laid out for Saturday morning. I took the advice of friends and decided to carpool. I'm riding down with someone who is doing the Half, and plan to ride back with Hubby and Lil Man. I'm a little nervous about getting there later than I had planned on, but I've been assured by my fellow running friend that we will be there in PLENTY of time. So I'm going to go with it. :)
I've been told that nervousness is normal - major anxiety not so much. I'm more on the nervous side of things verses anxiety. Think of me as a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Ok, that's taking it a little far. Just think of me as not huddling in the corner crying I can't do this.
I know this run will be full of emotions. I know I will cry. How much and how often will have to be determined.
I imagine in the early miles I will probably be overcome by emotion that I'm actually doing this, that I am wearing a 'marathon color' bib. As mile 7 gets closer (the split off for the Half marathon), I will be telling myself to keep moving. Don't doubt. Don't turn. Even though the hills may have already been killer so far, a half marathon is not an option. Once I pass the turn off, I will be surprised if I don't have a small 'oh sh*t moment'. There is no turning back now.
As the miles progress, as I have in my Long runs, I've gone through a range of emotions. Elation that I'm still standing, pissed that everything hurts, doubt as to why I'm even doing this, followed by pure joy that the run is over and I actually did it. I've never gone past 20 miles. And this time around in training, I never went past 18 due to set back with the flu. So I don't know what a hilly 26.2 mile run will feel like.
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