[POST RACE UPDATE IN NEXT POST 🙂 ]
So I’m writing this Saturday afternoon (on my balcony 8) ) in anticipation of the 5k on Sunday. I’m scheduling this post for the time the gun is supposed to go off on Sunday because I’ve done it before and it just feels symbolic to do so somehow. Maybe I’m weird. Who knows. So I know many of you will read this after I’ve finished running. After all it doesn’t take *that* long to run a 5k. At least that’s the hope for me.
Yes you read that right: I am registered and going for it.
I decided to suck it up and spent the money on the race. Timing wise, I may not be the most trained for this race. There are basically 5k races every weekend from now until the end of October so I could have waited and gotten a bit more speed work under my belt buttttt the way I see it is that I want a gauge of how the Tufts 10k is going to go. Because as much as I haven’t trained for ANYTHING post-Boston this 10k is the closest thing to a goal race that I have.
And I want to kick ass at it. Therefore anything after this week between now and then doesn’t give me enough time to re-focus for Tufts if I’m not doing the things I need to be doing to run well in it.
Plus I had an awful anxiety dream about this 5k on Friday night. Like really awful. I almost backed out of heading to registration on Saturday because of it. I woke up sweating and shaking and feeling like an elephant was sitting on my chest! But then I decided to take on the challenge and entered.
It’d be silly to say I’m not nervous. But I think I can do it.
I was going to post a picture of being being bamf. But I had a hard time deciding which one to put up 😀
So I decided this song is kickass (and major blast from the past!) and, while not about running, is going to be my theme
I CAN DO IT
As self-serving as this next quote is (because I was the one who said it hahah) it’s really what I’m going to try and live out
I don’t know how obvious it is or how clearly it comes across in my blogging but I race to race. I don’t sign up to “have fun”. I sign up so I can run hard enough to want to puke my guts out when I cross the finish line.
Let’s hope for some near puking action! But not actual puking because that would be wayyyyy gross. And I’m a lady. Duh.
But I’m hoping that after the race I look slightly more like this: