Four sleeps away.
My very first half marathon is this Sunday. I'm ready. (I'm ready, right? RIGHT? For the love of all things holy, someone tell me I'm ready!!!)
I can do this. Thirteen miles of running and walking if/when necessary. It's only 13 miles. I should be done in 2.5 hours. Oh, who am I kidding? More like 2 hours and 45 minutes, but still, I'll finish it.
This running thing has taken a huge chunk of mental energy, something I wasn't aware of when I first signed up. I mean, I figured I'd have to train --no one just runs a HM without some form of training. But I wasn't aware of how much it would occupy my mind, especially this week.
I lay in bed before I fall asleep and work on visualizing myself crossing the finish line. Apparently, that's supposed to make it easier to reach my goal. I've tried to visualize myself as a NYTimes Bestseller too, but so far no luck.
But really, what's the worst that can happen? Being a creative type, trust me when I tell you I've come up with some doozies.
You tell me: Pretend your very first half marathon is this Sunday. What's the worst that can happen?