Tomorrow at 1:20 in the morning, I’ll be off on my way to Little Rock… Land of… The Clintons? Really I have not much clue what is there, but I know what lies ahead of me will be 26.2 miles of pain, laughs, tears, torture and in the end, triumph. I know this all sounds like some Rocky fighter theme song post, and I know that I truly deserve the pain, since I didn’t train as I should have, but I have to pump myself up somehow and giving myself a pep talk is the only way to do it.
I know we’ll cross the finish line, get our huge medal and after a freezing cold ice bath, a post race party where we’ll eat ‘Whole Hog BBQ’, quite a few days of soreness, waking up with tears, and only being able to move my eyeballs while laying in bed, we’ll all laugh about it.
It’s getting there and starting which is the most scary to me at this point. Once you start there is no turning back. I know once we get half way, we’ll struggle through the end, but I know we will get there, and we will finish. Taking those first steps off the starting line will be scary, but thinking of the finish, thinking of the journey we’ll be taking through the streets of Little Rock, and the memories we’ll make together will be worth it. When my feet hurt so much, when my legs are tired, and when my back hurts from holding my body and running for that long, I’ll think of those who can’t run, who can’t do what we are doing, and I’ll keep going. Because in the end, I can. I can keep going.
There are always the should have done this, could have done that, and this time, there are a lot of things that we should have prepared better on, but I know we’ll be fine. I know we’ll make it to the end and having that feeling is reassuring.
I haven’t run much this week to give my IT band a rest. You know, fresh legs? I guess my legs are a little to fresh as in haven’t been running fresh, but oh well. What can you do. The race is in three days.
So, onto a plane we go, to see what Arkansas has in store for us. I’m nervous. I’m excited. I’m terrified. But most of all, I’m thankful. Thankful that we can get together and do something that we love to do, well love is a strong word at this point. I guess something we like to do all in the name of that medal at the finish line. Thankful that we can share the laughs and the feelings and the pain together.
I’m so glad that Leslie is going along, and I know her smiling face and her banter along the course will keep me laughing. I am so glad that Maritza is running the half, and will be cheering for us along the course and will also keep us laughing. And My Maniac Sister who will be running besides me, who will tell me to man up and not to cry, I couldn’t do it without you either. :) It will be one for the books, er, blog, that’s for sure.
In the words of Kelly Clarkson, which has become my own person anthem for this weekend…”What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
We’ll be a lot stronger after this weekend, or maybe we’ll just prepare better next time. :)