Which means that its definitely going to happen. I am definitely going to travel far and wide to run 26 miles. Does that seem crazy to you? Because, it should. 26 miles is a long way no matter who you are. My training has gone according to plan and I have even started to run in the afternoon to "heat train".
My training buddy/coach. Loves to "cheer" when I'm running and can't wait to get her workout in when I'm done.
This marathon feeling reminds me of when I was pregnant. At first, I was excited and wanted to do everything just right. Then about half way through I was slowly getting annoyed with being pregnant, but still so excited to meet my baby. Then, by the end of pregnancy I was willing to do ANYTHING to get the baby out of me....until I walked into the hospital. Then, I was terrified, I didn't feel prepared and I hated myself and my husband for getting me into this mess.
That's how marathon training feels.
In January, I was motivated and excited, in February and most of March I was getting a little tired of training but still excited and proud that my body could do all the training. Now that the paper that allows me to pick up my number came in, I am terrified and wondering why I would be so
stupid, crazy motivated to do this race!
I guess that's just part of the labor pains.
I have done enough races to know that this feeling will pass and I will be fine and the race will go great, but for now, let me wallow in my self pity. Ok?
Fact: Running does make you weird. So weird that you want to carry around your mothers keys by holding the key-flashlight in your mouth.
And yes, she pretends to huff and puff when she runs. Apparently, she wants me to hear how I sound when I run. My little coach is so wise.