I am looking at the calendar now and there are just a few
short weeks left until all of the training I have been doing finally pays off.
The months of running when it was too cold outside to feel my toes, so hot that
I thought I was going to fall flat on my face, and pushing myself until it just
plain hurt, all of this just to help increase my pace, are finally coming to a
closure. Not that this one race is it, I am planning to run a couple of more
races this year, but this is the one I have been waiting for since last September.
The anticipation has been building inside of me, and I am ready to run this
race, and start preparing for the next to come.
I have to admit that I love the preparation that goes along
with getting ready for race day. All of the mental battles you fight with
yourself to push your body beyond its normal limits; the constant fight with
the little voices that try to convince you not to run today by telling you that
you can do it tomorrow. I have conquered
those little demon voices, and will indeed have to battle them again. However, once I finish the run on race day, it
will validate all of the hard work that I’ve put into getting ready for the
crucial day. In the end, all I really want to do is finish the race. I would
love to set a new PR (personal record), but even if I don’t, and I just finish
the race, I will be happy that I started and finished.
I'm envious that you have your race still up ahead of you (as you can tell, it's the day before my 10k and I'm working on blogs instead of getting a good night's sleep to get ready for the race...but more on that in my blog).
ReplyDeleteI think you're right in this post and in the one for Wednesday; we remember the sleepless nights and the struggle. Having an easy day of it is nice, but I don't think we humans retain it like we retain the difficulty. My most important memories of running are my long 12 milers. I thrive on those memories!