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Pray for me.
On Sunday morning, at about 7:45 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time, I will compete in my first track event since 5th grade.
It's just a 5K. It's only 3.1 miles. It's a mostly flat course down a beautiful stretch of the Potomac River.
But I think I'm having anticipatory pains already. My knees hurt, my joints ache and my back is cramping. And I'm still two days out!
It shouldn't be too bad, though. I've run as far as 4 miles in the training program, including uphill and into the wind and sand on the beach.
And hey! I once danced the samba for 7 miles, dammit! I scaled Mount Fuji in a typhoon! I've fled in terror from a 2,000 pound bull! I can stand 30 minutes worth of jogging with a crowd of 300+ people, right?
Somehow, though, the idea is worrying me. (It doesn't help that Carol is running the 10-miler on the same course, starting 7 miles behind me. If she catches up to me, not as unthinkable as most people may think, I'll be mortified)
My only goal is to finish, though. I'll worry about how long it takes me to finish at the next race. (See, see, I'm already planning to run another! That's good, isn't it?)
Thank goodness for iPods, though. I've found that my iPod is the best way to ensure I don't think about how much pain I'm in. Got some inspirational music on there (theme to Superman, the movie, "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang, and stuff like that) With it, I'm sure I'll cross the finish line.
How will I feel the next day? that's a whole 'nother question.
On Sunday morning, at about 7:45 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time, I will compete in my first track event since 5th grade.
It's just a 5K. It's only 3.1 miles. It's a mostly flat course down a beautiful stretch of the Potomac River.
But I think I'm having anticipatory pains already. My knees hurt, my joints ache and my back is cramping. And I'm still two days out!
It shouldn't be too bad, though. I've run as far as 4 miles in the training program, including uphill and into the wind and sand on the beach.
And hey! I once danced the samba for 7 miles, dammit! I scaled Mount Fuji in a typhoon! I've fled in terror from a 2,000 pound bull! I can stand 30 minutes worth of jogging with a crowd of 300+ people, right?
Somehow, though, the idea is worrying me. (It doesn't help that Carol is running the 10-miler on the same course, starting 7 miles behind me. If she catches up to me, not as unthinkable as most people may think, I'll be mortified)
My only goal is to finish, though. I'll worry about how long it takes me to finish at the next race. (See, see, I'm already planning to run another! That's good, isn't it?)
Thank goodness for iPods, though. I've found that my iPod is the best way to ensure I don't think about how much pain I'm in. Got some inspirational music on there (theme to Superman, the movie, "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang, and stuff like that) With it, I'm sure I'll cross the finish line.
How will I feel the next day? that's a whole 'nother question.