All week, the head coach of our training group has been sending out emails full of last-minute tips and encouragement. I have read them so many times I think I have parts memorized but even his pages of bullet points haven't help me feel much better.
I'm not sure what I am afraid of, really. Logically, I know I can do it-- I've run 11.1, and so the last two should feel like a "cool down" if nothing else (at least... this is what I'm telling myself for now, ha). I have never liked the unexpected, not one bit, and so maybe that's what is getting to me most. This race has corrals, and pacers, and pace tattoos, and an Expo... until now, my only experience with any sort of race festivities consisted of bananas at the finish line and maybe a post-race beer. And the sheer number of runners freaks me out too: last night I actually laid awake worried about how I was going to find my family (my step-mom, dad, aunt, and a couple of family friends are also running in the race) when I finished. With over 10,000 runners expected, I'm just hoping they have good crowd control.
Please send "storm stay-away" vibes for Sunday morning. Last year it was a monsoon and the runners even ran through lightening at the start. I'm hoping my first half won't be a literal baptism by fire, so any good-weather thoughts you could send to the tri-state would be wonderful.
Hopefully, at my next posting, I'll be writing with one half marathon successfully under my belt. Wish me luck... I need it!
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