I'm trying to sum up my mood in one all-encompassing word.... It would have to be... "Excited!"
I'm excited to get it over with, but in a good way. Does that make sense? I've had this countdown on my phone for a couple months now. Every Sunday it would Bing, "12 Weeks!" ... "7 Weeks!" ... And today's Bing: "Tomorrow!"
I can't say that every time I heard a Bing I was excited. On the contrary. There were more weeks than not where I looked at what I had done the week before and just felt like this was NOT going to end well. There was the MN trip in October--No training to speak of for 2 weeks... There was the, uh, Holiday Hiatus, if you will, when I did not even put my tennies on for 11 Days. Day 1 back from that, in mid-December.... Not Fun.
And I've got fairly decent excuses. What Mommy doesn't have a list of reasons why she can't find 90 minutes to jog by herself?
That is why tomorrow is such a big deal to me.
It's not like I've been working my ass off, hard-core training, watching what I eat, not drinking wine, like, every night.....
BUT I've squeeeezed in my runs. I've thrown Samma into her jogging stroller & run to the grocery store, to Target--Wherever!
I've gone to Life Time to run on the treadmill between picking Logan up from school at 3 and bringing him to soccer at 4:45.
I'm a Mom running 13.1 miles tomorrow.
I'm nervous as hell. What if my heart stops?
What if I poop my pants?
What if I get a cramp and have to stop?
What if... What if... What if?!?!
But you know what?? I'm not really thinking like that. Sure, I'm an Extreme Googler and am aware of everything that can go wrong, but when it comes down to it, I, Elizabeth Adams Haider, am running (and, let's face it, largely WALKING) 13.1 miles in the morning. In my new MN Vikings tee shirt. Before I turn 30.
Because I can.
Whoo Hooo! You go!
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