Running!

So my big "race" is this weekend.

I put "race" in quotes because that is what these things are called but I'm not racing anyone for anything.

It should be called a "finish" because that's all I want to do.

It's a 10K or 6.2 miles.

You would think that since I've ran six miles once and seven miles once, I wouldn't be so nervous.

WRONG. YOU WOULD BE SO VERY WRONG.

I was lying in bed thinking about it last night and my heart rate quickly accelerated.

I'm trying really hard to eat right all week, but then I've had stomach aches the past two afternoons.

I've ran short three-mile runs so I won't be too tired without being out of practice.

I'm resting Thursday and Friday.

It's almost laughable to listen to my "concerns" and "planning" when I think about what all the Boston marathoners just did Monday.

But I bet 6.2 miles was difficult for them once, too, and this is very real for me.

The memory of trying to run ONE mile in junior high gym class is still very real and very painful.

I was never who anyone would describe as an athletic person.

This is important and I don't want to screw it up by getting stuck too far inside my head.

That's all.