Half Marathon is this Sunday, and I'm actually quite nervous about it. I think the problem is that it's my only "project" on the go these days. I need projects. Lots of projects. Things to keep my mind busy so that I don't obsess about every minor detail. That's what I'm doing now.
Thing is, when I only have one project on the go, then I'd damn well better do it spectacularly. Doncha think? So my project these days? Run better. Run further. Stop whining and making excuses about not having time, not having energy, not having whatever.
I tried doing a slight negative split on my last run (ie. run the second half of the run slightly faster than the first half), and what happened? Well, I finished the run in exactly the same time as I finished it last week. When I didn't do the slight negative split. WOW. This getting better thing is really going well.
I was really hoping that I would finish this Half in under two hours, and now it looks like unless I have a cracking good day, I'm going to go OVER two hours. Not good. Not good, at all.
I know that nobody cares about this but me. But I have to obsess about something, and after all this work on running lately, I'd kind of like to do a decent run. Otherwise why am I (or rather, my husband) paying to run a race? For the privilege of running with a bunch of smelly people who spray sweat on me as they gallop past?
I was also really excited about the boys coming to watch me complete a Half, but there's nowhere to park anywhere near the finish, so T is going to have to lug two little people over hell's half acre for the fun of standing around listening to whining while hoping to catch me cross the finish line. It won't be fun for him at all, and I feel guilty. And C told me that he would now rather go to swimming class than come watch the race. So he's going to be extra fun.
Complain, whine, obsess. I am nervous. This is what I do when I'm nervous. Ain't I fun to be around??