Only 23 miles left of training. Throw the 13.1 miles of the race and I will have completed pretty darn close to the 195 I set out to do. Admittedly, I did short a couple of the scheduled runs, but I ran all the days my little training chart told me to run. I think it's kinda funny that at the start of this I told myself I would probably skip a few here and there. Like my over-obsessive ass would have let me get away with that!
I am very nervous for the actual race, although I am 99.999% sure I can complete it. Knowing my clumsy butt, I will break my ankle on the last training day or something awesome like that. Since I am pretty positive I can complete the course, you would think I wouldn't be as anxious as I am. But what fun would that be? To be perfectly honest, I have a palpable fear of not following the course correctly and somehow ending up on the full marathon course. Because that'll happen. At least I am being realistic with my fears.
The other thing is no matter how far or how often I run, I always feel like a poser when I am around real runners. The faster, skinnier, reflective clothing and water bottle belt wearing ones. I wonder how miles I would have to log before I would consider myself a runner...
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