It is less than 12 hours until my half-marathon and I am slightly freaking out. I can’t stop thinking about all the water I didn’t drink, all the sleep I didn’t get, all the miles I didn’t push myself — and I can’t find my GU packets that I bought specifically for the race and put Somewhere I Can’t Possible Lose or Forget Them. Like, seriously? Ugh. I need to designate a spot for that kind of stuff because I tend to lose Things I Must Not Lose.
And I’m obsessing over small details, things that don’t matter, and stuff I can’t control because I’m about to completely blow out of the water my self-concept as A Person Who Doesn’t Do Things by running a flipping 13.1-mile race tomorrow morning. In like 8 hours from now.
And being all whiny about unimportant flaky stuff is somehow way less scary than just owning that tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. ET I’m going to do something that most people simply don’t do because WOW. That is slightly terrifying.
It feels like standing on the edge of the high dive with everyone watching. You can’t turn back. You know you just need to leap and take a breath and in a moment you will have DONE IT instead of being waiting to do it. But it’s somehow heart-stoppingly terrifying.
AHHHHHHHH!
Okay. Okay. I’m breathing. I’m going to eat my sixth or so meal for the day, have a few minutes of quality time with my foam roller, and try to fall asleep. We roll out tomorrow morning at 4:45 and in less than 12 hours from now I will be a half-marathon finisher. WOW.
Today’s Stats:
I can’t even think about this right now! It was fine. I ate a lot. And drank like four shakes. And took my tabs. And holy crap, why am I still awake right now?
Wish me luck.
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