This running thing ain't no joke. I'm so thankful that I have my family's support in this. I want to run a 1/2 marathon. Just for the purposes of crossing it off my list. After all this training, I'm CERTAIN I shall never run this far again. Ever. But, back to the support part. My girls (16 and 14) have been amazing. If it wasn't for them, I'd have to get up at 5 AM to be able to get in a run. 10 miles takes me 2 hours, and The Punk leaves for work just after 7. Running at night is NOT my thing. One: I get freaked out in the dark. Even in my own neighborhood. Two: I need a few hours of moving around after running that long or my hips just quit (fickle bitches.) However, having older kids is a blessing since I can just leave and they play with their brothers while I run. They watch their brothers while I nap, too. Because seriously, after a 2 hour run? I MUST nap. I have already explained to The Punk that I will be napping on the beach before I attempt to drive home on race day.
10 days to race day. Every time that thought crosses my mind....I feel like I might vomit. I know that's because I am all in my head about how daunting this task is. I can do it. I'm certain of that. But, it still feels HUGE. Prior to training for this race, 4 miles was the farthest I had EVER run. Now? I consider 5-6 miles a SHORT run. I'm ready. I'm terrified.
After completing this race, I only have one more "race" to cross off my list. And for me that event won't be a RACE at all. It will be a RUN that I will finish. Possibly last. But I will finish. Spartan, here I come. AROOO.