Tomorrow I am running in a RACE. . . what was I thinking?!
Right, I was thinking I could trick myself into losing weight. That worked, so that's good.
But tomorrow there will be faster runners and SPECTATORS, not just me running by myself in my neighborhood.
I just don't want to embarrass myself by tripping and falling, having an asthma attack and stopping early, being the VERY last person to cross the finish line, or peeing my pants while running. (Hey, I didn't say my fears were rational!) I have to keep reminding myself that I've made so much progress even to be in a race, and that my only goal at the outset was to finish.
In my clearer moments I remember that it's all for fun, and that it's okay if I walk part of the time. I'm an asthmatic, for crying out loud, even attempting this is great!
I'm aiming for a long night's sleep, a small breakfast, and getting down to Santa Monica in plenty of time to park and find the bathrooms. I'm hoping that Rachel's assurance about race-day adrenaline is true. Wish me luck!
2 comments:
WOO HOOOOOOOOOO Good luck sister-friend!!!!!!!!!! (Hey in my case, that's not just an expression!)
Don't worry, I pee my pants when I cough. Ooo, did I just write that?
The whole time you're run/walk-ing just say: "10 more days until AZ!"
Good luck! I admire you for doing this! I will not run it public. Will Not. There's an episode of Friends where Phoebe runs through the park with her arms flailing and she looks like a freak. That's me running. Ok, that's an exaggeration, but I still will not run in public. I run like a girl.
I'm with you, Amy. I've given birth 5 times, and I actually don't have to be doing anything at all to pee my pants! :)
Have fun, Lindsey!
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