So, over the past few years of running, I’ve developed a routine in the days leading up to the big race (“big” = half marathon or more). I don’t often detour from this routine, as it’s as important to my “success” on race day as the months of training leading up to it.
- Monday: The day I start obsessively checking the weather for race day
- Tuesday: The day I start fretting about whether my training has been enough, has been good enough
- Wednesday: The day I start worrying about fueling my body properly in the days before the race — and on race day
- Thursday: The day I go back and forth about why I’m doing this — and if I even should
- Friday: The day all of those worries intensify and become one big ol’ ball of nerves — and excitement — that makes sleeping difficult
- Saturday: The day I wake up early for oatmeal pancakes and use the bathroom umpteen times before the race begins. And then I “race” — and stop at every bathroom stop. (I can only imagine it’ll be worse with Pickle bopping around down there for 13.1 miles.)
- Sunday: The day I sleep in and, when I wake up, look back and still can’t believe it was me running that race on Saturday
Just a few more days until the half marathon. I’m having very mixed feelings about it. More to come on that later. For now, I must get back to fretting — it is Tuesday, after all.