And all I want is a cabochon.
(That was the only word I could find that rhymed with marathon. It means a highly polished gem… and kind of looks like something Merlin would wear. I do not want one.)
I will be running my FIRST FULL MARATHON in less than 24 hours.
The anticipation/anxiety I feel is very similar to the following:
- Giving birth to a 24 lb. child… that would be painful, take a few hours, and cause me to sweat
- Being punched in the face, severly, several times. It is coming, it is going to happen, and it is going to hurt
- Wedding jitters- although I have never been married, I imagine the night before marrying the love of my life, I will be just as nervous and slightly filled with anxiety butterflies
Mr. Speedy really has been great.
And by great, I mean a never-ending pillar of support, encouragement, and friend throughout the journey of training for this race.
He is my running rock.
And if that was not enough, he surprised me with a GIFT OF MARATHON goodies.
Those arm warmers are pretty darn cool. I may or may not be wearing them right now…. (don’t judge me).
I am really excited about those gloves. No, the hour long massage. No, eating all the Gu. Gah, all of it has a purpose and means so much to me.
But what meant the most-
was the extremely detailed letter that he wrote:
Ok, he actually did not finish writing this letter. Something about me opening the present prematurely and then us spending all our time together causing him no time to write a secret marathon letter to me.
Whatever. I shall cherish it forever. It speaks the truth.
We went to the Expo to pick up our race packets, where I swooned.
I ask you- what is better than gawking around at booths filled with running supplies, energy bars, and colored shoelaces with your hunky boyfriend?
Also, I am a major dork:
In closing of this blog, I am going to share with you my top-secret performance plan to tomorrow.
It consists of the following:
Basically, I am just going to have fun with this and not put any pressure on myself to get a certain time. This is my first and my only expectation is to … FINISH. No particular time, just have a smooth go at it.
I have beaten myself up over ‘bad’ times or not performing as well as I had hoped-
And that is no fun.
So here is to running for fun, enjoying every step in every mile, and having a big smile on my face at the finish line!