And I’m doing something I’ve never done before.
I am FAH-REAKING out! I've never freaked out about a race before. In fact, I'm just not a freaker out, I'm always the strangely calm one. But indeed, I am FREAKING OUT! Why? About what?
No, not about the distance. The mileage doesn’t scare me. The course doesn’t scare me. Although, there is a big hill the last .2 miles. That’s just mean.
It’s the logistics.
I don’t have my crew. I’ve traveled for races before, but never alone. That really shouldn’t matter. Katie will be there. She’s a runner; she can get me connected with whatever I need. I know this. Sandra will be there; she’s known me since 2nd grade – and staying with her is ALWAYS relaxing as she is the best hostess EVER. (seriously, last year when I stayed with her, she even had a towel warmer for me!)
I don’t know what to wear. Seriously, for some reason this is of a huge concern to me. Every race I’ve run since January, JANUARY people, I’ve worn a jog bra or tank and shorts. I can’t remember what it feels like to run in cooler weather (and clothes). What in the Sam Hill am I supposed to wear? When are short sleeves appropriate? Arm warmers? Why is this so difficult? I get dressed every single day. It’s not that hard!
Nutrition. This summer I trained eating pizza. Shot Bloks, my old standby no longer work for me. I just can’t take them. Frankly, I just go without on most long runs. (I KNOW) Lately, I’ve been sucking down corn candy (hey, it’s organic, ha) and, according to Willis, steroids. A package of Honey Stingers will occasionally make an appearance on a bike ride, but never a run. I can’t run an entire marathon weighed down by corn candy. Can I?
Packing. I’ve become so dependent on my Camelbak. I fit everything in there. Water, candy corn, steroids (seriously just kidding) my phone…you name it, it fits. I don’t plan to race with my Camelbak. Or should I? Nah. So, that means I’ll have to, quel nightmare, stop at water stations! And where am I supposed to keep my nutrition? I’ve worn a Spi belt for years but lately, it’s really been bugging me. It bounces. (maybe the elastic is shot? It didn’t used to bounce) I DETEST hydration belts. I really don’t like anything heavy around my hips. Mostly because I'm boy shaped and don’t have hips and I have to fix it pretty tight not to slide down. And then that upsets my stomach. So where am I going to carry everything?
Music. Yeah, I’ll probably run to music. Don’t judge. I’ve run several marathons without music and trust me; the time goes by much faster if the Beastie Boys are keeping me company. I’ve always carried my phone for music but good golly Pete it’s so heavy. I’m thinking about buying a lightweight iPod shuffle…seriously though? Not sure I’m willing to spend the dollas on redundant technology, no matter how light weight. Hmm. The pink one sure is cute.
Race Plan. I have none. Seriously. This is so not like me. My goal puts me at a 10:18 (ish) pace. As long as I’m healthy that should totally be doable. My LSD have all been around 9:40, and my Yassos are at just over 4 so honestly I’m not sure WHAT I’m capable of on race day. I’d really like to have a pacer for the last 4 miles or so. Can you hire someone to do that? Someone with fresh legs to hold me to a 9:30. Someone to offer encouragement in various forms. Yell, call me names you know, general coaching.
I know I said 10:18, I wanna finish strong y'all. 9:30 last 4 miles even if
I have never freaked out about a race so much. You'd think I'd never run a marathon before.
At least I have a month to figure this all out.
And yes, I really am posting this in the middle of the night. For once I actually fell asleep right away, only to be woken up with a nightmare. I've been having a lot of dreams lately about intruders. Or people just lurking around the house. It's kind of hard to fall back asleep after that. So I'm sitting here, drinking chocolate milk from the carton (gross I know), blogging. I hate living alone; I need a big dog.