So race day is just a few days away. Actually less than a few days away. It feels like it was just a few weeks ago when I started researching the Country Music Marathon and became more and more excited with the thought of running a half marathon. The truth is that was over 4 months ago. I would be lying if I didn't admit I have some jitters and nerves about running the race now that it is so close.
It feels like a wedding. You make this huge commitment and put all this hard work into something that will only last a few hours. My mom will be walking me down the aisle, I mean cheering me on. And instead of a few hundred guests I will have a few thousand. My bridesmaids are my fellow runners, some of which I know: Mere, Megan, Ashley, Paige, Kelly, Liz; plus another 25,000 or so. And with all this planning and training comes anticipation. Will the day go as I planned? Will I feel okay? Will I make it?! Having my injury has really set me back some, which makes me have more doubts about my ability. Kind of like a big fight with the "fiance" would a wedding. But I have made this commitment. I am stronger than I know. 13.1 will not be the death of me. I have put endless hours of training and am ready. I can not have any doubts and must be 100% sure of my decision and commitment. I am. And the jubilation and pride I will have when it is done will be worth all the sweat and hard work.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me"-Philippians 4:13
Bring it on.
I got this.