Warning: I am amped up on nervous energy and too much caffeine.
Well, folks . . . the Little Rock Marathon is in two days and I’ve spent this week trying my best not to freakout, which has been approximately 5% effective.
Basically, I’m on freakout level Defcon 5! ::snort::
I’m not joking.
This morning is the first morning I’ve actually woken up with butterflies in my stomach though. It’s gettin’ real up in here.
I’m trying to prepare myself mentally for the pain. I know it’s coming and it’s going to be bad. Really bad. It’s going to be so bad I’m going to question why I ever PAID to do it. I’m going to want to quit. I’m going to want to do anything to make the pain stop.
I’m trying to bring myself to a place of acceptance. Accepting the pain for what it is and then still moving forward.
There. I said it.
I. Am. Scared.
Yet . . . .
I keep thinking of this quote from the movie Chasing Liberty (don’t judge me):
“So if you’re scared, why do it?”
“Because the things you’re scared of are usually the most worthwhile.”
Isn’t that so true? If we allowed fear to hold us back, at the end of our days here what would we have to look back on as a whole?
Sunday won’t be all about the pain. I’m going to face down a giant and I’m going to do it surrounded by so many comrades. It’ll be like a big party . . . with free beer at the finish line and some majorly huge bling to hang around my neck!
I don’t have a specific time goal, but I will be attempting to stick with the 5:10 pace group. I know the pace group leader and lots of my people are running in that group. It’s an average pace of 11:49 per mile. We’ll be walking all the water stops and small sections of some of the bigger hills.
If for some reason I become separated from the group, it won’t matter. I will cross the finish line when I cross the finish line.
Here’s to becoming a marathoner!