The clock is ticking and I am just about freaking out, thank you very much.
STATS
Number of miles: 13.1
Time remaining before the gun goes off: about 21 hours
Number of miles I've logged training: ummm... not as many as I am comfortable with.
Average pace of those I am supposed to run with: approx. 9:30
MY average pace these days: a smidge more than 9:30
Weather forecast: cloudy morning/afternoon sun (Much better than the "T-STORMS" predicted)
Amount of water I will drink today to be uber-hydrated: a whole damn lot
Number of times I will take a walk break: as many as I need, baby
Speaking of babies, number of months since I had Bobby: 6.5
Number of months since I received medical clearance to run following C-Section: about 5
RECAP
I have had five months to get back into pre-baby running shape, and training has been marginal at best. Life sometimes gets in the way like that. But you do what you can. And tomorrow? I am going to take on 13.1 miles through some, shall we say, interesting parts of Fort Wayne. I will do my best and give it everything I have -- but without being stupid and risking injury. I figured that the longest training run I had been able to do before previous half-marathons was a solid five miles, and I did OK. So my training wasn't as strenuous as I'd hoped/planned. I still got out there when I could and did the road work. I will not finish first, but I don't think I'll be last, either. But after the race, as in "cross-the-finish-line-and-grab-a-free-banana-and-let's-go" Jeff and I have to high-tail it out to Jack and Charlie's football game. It's a comeback week for them after a loss last week. I. Cannot. Miss. It. Period. And unless I am rolled into the gutter by fellow runners to wait for the first aid cart, I won't miss it.
For the record, my personal best for a half-marathon is 2:34, which I posted in the 2007 500 Festival Mini in Indianapolis. I tried to break 2:30 in 2008, but failed by a few minutes. I would love to say I hope to achieve this goal tomorrow, but I am just going out there to have fun and see where the numbers fall when my feet cross the finish line.
Because if running isn't fun, what's the point?
You are awesome.
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