I’m trying not to get overly nervous, but of course I am a bit. I do know I will finish, barring an injury (knock on wood). But the question is whether I’ll make my goal of 2 hours and 15 minutes.
It’s doable, and my husband did a quick calculation so I could see what my pace needs to be for my overall average and also when broken into 7:1 ratio of run to walk. It’s well within my range, but I will need to remember the hills will slow me down and I’ll have to make it up elsewhere.
This week I’m doing easy runs, yoga and a personal training session. I ran 8 miles on Sunday. It was rainy and I actually liked it that way, although I could’ve done without the squish squish squish in my shoes.
5000 people will be running. A quick eyeing of the roster shows a lot of people in my age group. I think that’s pretty cool.
It’s still surprising to me that back in February I couldn’t run more than a few minutes at a time.
My trainer asked if she could forward my email to her reporting my race placement from last weekend’s 5k because she thought it would be motivating to her other clients. I said sure, but a part of me worries that her other clients will hate me. I’ve never met these people, so why that is even a concern is a good question. I still get squeamish about passing other people because I don’t want them to feel bad. Luckily, I am getting over that ridiculousness. I know this fear of “tall poppy syndrome” comes from my mother being punishing if I did anything that outshone her in her mind.
I remind myself I am not so much racing against other people but rather for my best self. It seems to work. And it’s the best reason to run.