I am so pumped for the race this weekend. Like in a ridiculous way.
Told my boss this morning. I was shaking so hard (literally shaking) when we were talking about it and I don’t know why. I’ve been a little nervous talking about it with him, but I’ve not been that nervous talking about it with ANYONE else.
I’ve started to fret logistics. I’ve started to worry about timing and fear being dragged away kicking and screaming. I know that won’t happen, I know that I can do this. The hill at mile 12 isn’t quite as steep as the one I usually take so it will be a snap. I realized, in the midst of my AWESOME 10-miler on Saturday that I don’t push myself as much as I could; I was taking my regularly planned out walk-break and realized I didn’t really need it, there was no reason I couldn’t be running. And all of that, coupled with race day nerves and adrenaline mean I have this in the bag. I can totally do this. And I am genuinely excited to do it. I.Can’t.Wait.