Race day is Sunday. That's THREE days friends. AHHHHHHH!!!! I think the combination of nerves and excitement has caused me to lose all brain function. Here's proof...
Top Ten Indicators The Marathon is Three Days Away
10. You start checking the weather for race day a week in advance even though you live in Oregon where the weather changes from minute to minute.
9. You realize your current pair of running shoes have too many miles on them so you buy new shoes and then wear them EVERYWHERE to try to get a few miles on them before the race.
8. You forget about the hair appointment you've looked forward to all week long. The same hair appointment you've rescheduled not once, not twice, but THREE times already.
7. You single-handedly eat an entire sheet of fresh-baked monster cookies and consider it to be effective "carb loading." (Hey - they have peanut butter and oatmeal in them. They're practically nutritious.)
6. You try on running outfits and take pictures of yourself wearing them to make sure it looks coordinated for race day photos.
5. You lose sleep about the sudden change in the weather and rush to the store to buy a new pair of running shorts - just in case it's unseasonably warm - and then it starts with cold and rain the next morning.
4. You have no idea what to do with yourself when the training schedule says "rest" two days in a row. Rest Day One: You lay out your yoga equipment neatly on the family room floor, ignore it all day, and put it away before the kids come home from school. Rest Day Two: You take the dog for a walk and indulge in the luxury of exercise without excessive sweat even though you're supposed to be at the hair appointment you forgot about.
3. You're tempted to cross off the three remaining boxes on the training chart early.
2. You worry if eating a big burrito the night before the race will cause digestive issues and a gas cloud for any racers unfortunate enough to be running behind you.
1. If you're really lucky, you get emails, phone calls, and text messages offering encouragement and prayer from family and friends who joined you on the crazy journey of training. When you toe the line on race morning, you are not alone. You run with an army of loved ones pushing you toward the finish - some of them even out on the race course screaming your name.
I am one of those lucky ones. THANK YOU to each of you who has offered encouragement to me in the past four months as I've chased down this dream. A huge shout out to my incredible husband Curt who shuffled our schedule around and watched in disbelief as I crossed off every single box on that silly training chart. Your support and love blesses me every.single.day. Plus you're easy on the eyes - BONUS!
To my beautiful kiddos - Sarah, Grant, Katie, Alli, and Paige - for giving me fashion advice on my running clothes, riding your bikes countless miles alongside me while I trained, and for being proud of new running shoes that are "just like Mommy's." (be still my beating heart!)
To Carissa, my running partner in crime - for goading me into this race and this training program and for seeing potential in me that I don't see in myself.
To Kelly, Sarah and Tanya - the fact that you're getting up early and chasing us around the race course is a testament to the loyal friends you are. Your gift of race day encouragement means more than I can express.
To Krista Maffia and Pete Schaller who battled cancer with endurance, strength and dignity. You have often been my inspiration when I wanted to quit on a long training run. Thank you for living your lives to the fullest and for being my friends. You will not be forgotten.
I came across Psalm 115:1 in my quiet time this week. It says, "Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to your name goes all the glory for your unfailing love and faithfulness." This verse captures how I feel about running the marathon on Sunday. I consider running to be an incredible gift from God. One that still amazes me almost every time I tie on my shoes. God's unfailing love and faithfulness mark my life and make me who I am today. To HIM be the glory!