Traditions help me get excited, so I’ve been trying to do them this week, especially because I am so nervous about this race. It’s supposed to be COLD tomorrow (Much colder than any other half I’ve run), and I’m still nervous about the fact that I haven’t really run in the last month. As I said earlier this week, I’m a mix of all sorts of emotions, like fear, anticipation, worry, and hope.
My friend Cait, who will be running the half tomorrow with me, posted this on her tumblr right before she ran her first marathon in Chicago a few weeks ago. I immediately copy and pasted it into a draft, just for today. I love it:
“We cannot control the competition. We cannot control the weather. We cannot control the struggles that will undoubtedly arise during the run. All we can control is ourselves. Standing at the starting line, I make the simple commitment to myself that today I will try my hardest. No matter what happens during the race, I will give it everything I’ve got and won’t give up without my strongest fight.” (Dean Karnazes)
That summarizes everything. It’ll be me and the memory of my grandma, fighting for everything I have, given the circumstances which haven’t been ideal.
I’ll fight. I’m in.
GOOD LUCK!
THANK YOU! My recap will be up tomorrow!