This has been the longest week EVER.
Ever since my 20 miler, I’ve just wanted it to be race day. I know I can do it. I know I’ll have a great time. I just want to be at the starting line already! Let’s get this show on the road!
Last night I read a great blog post from Susan at No Meat Athlete, with a recap of her first Ironman that was two weeks ago. When I read the part about seeing the finish line and having everybody cheering her on, I actually started to cry (happy tears!) because I realized that will be me on Sunday (but at a marathon, not an Ironman – maybe someday!). I’ve been working toward this for so long, and I can’t believe that in a matter of days, I’ll be running my first 26.2. Fortunately, my husband wasn’t in the room, because I think I might have freaked him out if he had seen me just burst into tears like I did.
Tonight I did a short 3 miler on the treadmill (it was after dinner and already dark out). The whole time I kept imagining how it will feel to turn the corner and see the finish line on Sunday and I couldn’t stop smiling.
Is it Sunday yet???