There was some serious talk of strategy around the breakfast table this morning.
"You're going to have to start fast and stay fast. Don't look around you; let the the other people do what they want. Just focus on what is in front of you. Go fast. Really fast. You will get tired eventually but don't think about that. No negativity, only positivity. You can do this. Dig deep. Eye of the tiger. EYE OF THE TIGER!!"
A pep talk from Brian, pre-Summerlin half, perhaps?
Nope. Today is Scotty's egg hunt at school. I got to play coach.
Poor kid was so amped up (and confused) by the end of my lecture that he ran in circles in the garage, shouting nonsensically and pumping his arms. Nothing like winding up your four year old to divide and conquer through a bunch of plastic, candy-filled eggs. He is the Genghis Khan of the Pre-K set.
On the other hand, I am calm in light of tomorrow's race. I feel good, honestly. In the past, tapering has been my undoing but this time, I feel different. Calm. Ready. Confident. I started the week tired and not sleeping well, but managed to log a few good hours and my outlook changed substantially. Nutrition has been spot-on and when Brian called in the middle of the day yesterday and asked what I was doing, I was tempted to respond, "Storing glycogen. You?"
The only thing left to do is pick up my packet. My clothes are laid out and the alarm is set. I know what I'm eating tomorrow morning and how much to drink. My new running capris (battle-tested at Hill Day this past Wednesday) have those neat side pockets for gel storage, eliminating unnecessary energy by digging in a back pocket. The hydration belt is staying at home (as it should - I hate that thing) and my playlist, honed, crafted, perfected, was downloaded yesterday (uploaded? Technology confuses me). My splits are memorized and I know how to handle the hills when my pace slows. This is, after all, my fifth half marathon. I've run the distance countless times but this will be my first time running for time.
I am ready.
I can do this.
Sub-2. Sub-2 Summerlin. S2S, as a friend commented.
S2S.
S2S.
S2Sssssssss!
::insert battle cry here::
See y'all at the finish line!
"You're going to have to start fast and stay fast. Don't look around you; let the the other people do what they want. Just focus on what is in front of you. Go fast. Really fast. You will get tired eventually but don't think about that. No negativity, only positivity. You can do this. Dig deep. Eye of the tiger. EYE OF THE TIGER!!"
A pep talk from Brian, pre-Summerlin half, perhaps?
Nope. Today is Scotty's egg hunt at school. I got to play coach.
Poor kid was so amped up (and confused) by the end of my lecture that he ran in circles in the garage, shouting nonsensically and pumping his arms. Nothing like winding up your four year old to divide and conquer through a bunch of plastic, candy-filled eggs. He is the Genghis Khan of the Pre-K set.
On the other hand, I am calm in light of tomorrow's race. I feel good, honestly. In the past, tapering has been my undoing but this time, I feel different. Calm. Ready. Confident. I started the week tired and not sleeping well, but managed to log a few good hours and my outlook changed substantially. Nutrition has been spot-on and when Brian called in the middle of the day yesterday and asked what I was doing, I was tempted to respond, "Storing glycogen. You?"
The only thing left to do is pick up my packet. My clothes are laid out and the alarm is set. I know what I'm eating tomorrow morning and how much to drink. My new running capris (battle-tested at Hill Day this past Wednesday) have those neat side pockets for gel storage, eliminating unnecessary energy by digging in a back pocket. The hydration belt is staying at home (as it should - I hate that thing) and my playlist, honed, crafted, perfected, was downloaded yesterday (uploaded? Technology confuses me). My splits are memorized and I know how to handle the hills when my pace slows. This is, after all, my fifth half marathon. I've run the distance countless times but this will be my first time running for time.
I am ready.
I can do this.
Sub-2. Sub-2 Summerlin. S2S, as a friend commented.
S2S.
S2S.
S2Sssssssss!
::insert battle cry here::
See y'all at the finish line!
(Scott will be making his racing debut at a fun run next weekend, and upon learning the news, he immediately began running circles around around house. He needed to "train," as he told us very seriously. Six laps later, he was sweaty, red-faced, and done. Wonder if he'll carb load on cupcakes?)
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