Woooooossssaaahhhhhhh!

This is it. For 12 weeks I've been training, getting stronger daily, all for tomorrow morning. They say you should get plenty of rest--Dude, I can't sleep!! For two nights I've been restless and anxious, worrying about if I'll be able to finish. I have visions of the "course sweep truck" having to cart me off the course b/c I'm the last person. I've been repeating to myself two things: "Be anxious for nothing" and "Finish Strong!"

I guess you never know how effective your training is until D-Day. Soldiers never know if their combat training was effective until they experience combat. From there, their skills and abilities are honed because they have an idea of what to expect. I have to remind myself that this is my first time in the "theater of action" so I should not expect to perform like a vet. One thing I learned from the 15k is to run my race and not someone else's. I will not make the mistake of going out too fast this time b/c I paid for it. I will not make the mistake of not knowing my course. I will not make the mistake of not warming up sufficiently b/c it made the first two miles horrific. Lessons learned. . .

On a sidenote, I'm already feeling alone. This time around I will know a few people in the crowd (a coworker and a friend) but they are runners so I'm sure they'll be way ahead of me. I'm really hoping that the FGP running group works out b/c it would be nice to have people around to share in the victory--and take your pic for you!

Anywhoo, I'm rambling. Tonight I'm hoping to be in bed by 8pm. I've already picked out my race outfit and headgear. I think I may purchase a knee support b/c it's been talking to me the last couple of days. There is nothing more I can do to prepare at this point except rest my body and relax my mind.

This fat girl is ready to move on to the next chapter.