This is the week; The week I’ve spent the last 12 weeks running my butt off for. In two days time, I will step up to the start line and when I hear the gun, will finally get to run the half marathon I’ve been training for.
For my first half marathon, I was ecstatic beyond belief the week of the race. And until this week, I could not have been more excited for this race, either! (You’ve read my posts and followed my journey through the training runs, so you know…I hope) Then, the worst possible thing happened. Nope, not an injury–guess again. Out of no where I was side swiped with one of the worst colds I’ve probably had in my life. To me, illness is worse than an injury because you can prevent injuries, but you simply cannot predict when illness will strike. I guess I should be counting my blessings rather than complaining as this is only the first time since moving abroad I’ve gotten ill. But it just HAD to be THIS week. UGH.
So, it’s supposed to be the week anyway. But now, as I sit here battling Day 4 of this monster, I am freaking out–freaking out that I won’t be able to run at all Saturday. I had set a time goal of 2:30, but, now I’m just hoping I can cross the finish line! I’m having serious moments of doubt and try as I might am struggling to just cope with the fact that I can walk the whole thing and it’ll be fine.
I’m just going to print the following out and hope for the best. STAY STRONG.
This is most definitely not the post I expected to be doing two days before the race, but, I guess I’ll save the ones I actually wanted to do for a future race–as there WILL be more.