Race day nerves are at an all-time high. Pretty worried about my foot (plantar fasciitis). Trying to write 2 papers and work on a project for school before I leave for DC. Not gonna happen. (Thanks a lot Professor! Felt like running us into the ground the week before midterms did ya?) and I can’t read a damn thing on the page because my mind is at the start line in Arlington – freaking out.
Rolling my foot over a little ball that looks like a Despicable Me Minion while I non-read in-depth studies. I’m completely useless for studies. But this minion ball is working pretty well.
I’m all done packing for the most part. Playlist not great but I’ve got a few hours of ok songs on there. Packing three pairs of run shoes though because
I’m nuts I can’t figure out if my shoes are partly to blame for my plantar fascia. I have suspicions but I feel like it’s all a huge gamble no matter what I decide. I keep running the dilemma past every person I meet or talk to… officially making me that person – the marathoner who won’t shut up about their marathon and marathon issues. Somebody stop me! In my head I’m like “don’t say marathon, don’t say marathon, don’t say marathon…” and then I mention it to like 4 different people at my kids’ playground this weekend. Excellent. (“Yes it is windy out today… hope it’s not windy for my MARATHON!”; “Wow, your kid is so cute! I remember when my kid was cute like that… back when I ran my last MARATHON.“)
Ok it wasn’t that bad. I didn’t say those exact things! But I did mention the marathon at the playground to strangers and that was slightly crazy. Stop freaking out and stop talking about it to these innocent people! That’s what your blog is for! 😉
… and get your studying/writing/project done!!!
In other news… my kids have been showing me their sprinting skills every day to try and convince me to take them with me to the race. I have the best family. xoxo