It's my last big training day before the half-marathon. Unfortunately, the weather is rainy and cold, so I'll be walking inside on the treadmill. Fortunately, I only need to do 6 miles. Unfortunately, I've convinced myself that if I'm walking inside on the treadmill I either need to walk longer than 6 miles or faster than normal. Being inherently lazy and allergic to sweat, I'll probably just walk longer.
I'm starting to freak about some of the details of this whole event, and, so, I'm trying to not think about it too much while also making detailed plans when I do think about it. (Really, the small details are important. For example, the right underwear choice is important. I mean, I don't want to be crass, but who wants to be picking wedgies for 13.1 miles? I definitely do not.)
Anyway, I'm also praying--praying those sort of frantic, half-prayers I pray whenever worries crowd into my mind. What if I get sick? Okay, Lord, please don't let me get sick. What if I freak out because there are going to be 20,000 people there? Okay, Lord, please let me be calm and not freak out about the crowds. What if my toenail starts hurting terribly and falls off? Okay, Lord, You'll get me through that somehow.
I could go on. To list all of my worries would take forever, and it might cause someone to call in professional help for me!
And anyway I'm trying to focus on the things I'm excited about, because I do think, in the end, it will be fun.
All right, if you haven't figured it out already, I'm procrastinating from starting my 6+ miles. Gotta go!
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