15 Days, 21 Hours, 12 Minutes….
What I got it return for falling in love with running is a nervous stomach and a little dose of dread as time ticks away closer and closer to THE race, the end goal, THE MIDDLE HALF.
I posted yesterday about my breathing issue and the fear that it has brought to the surface. What I did by blogging about it was to bring it to the front where I could deal with it, at least to the best of my mental ability. I received lots of fantastic encouragement. I even got some from the most unlikely places yesterday. My mother, who does not usually support my running habit and who also does not read my blog, dropped me a little tidbit last night saying she knew I was probably getting excited and she knew I would do well, she was PROUD of me. What?!? I took that and ran. *pun intended*
I’m still nervous but I feel more confident. I am confident in the knowledge that I have trained for this to the best of my ability. I am confident that no matter how long it takes, how slowly I must go, or how many puffs from the inhaler I require I will successfully complete the course. Several friends have been working toward and hoping for a PR at the Middle Half. I’m not worried about that because no matter what my time is, it WILL be my PR. OK, OK, so it doesn’t technically count since it is my first, but I’ll take it anyway.
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| I'm a little teapot! I'm also going to pour out the doubt.... |
15 Days, 20 Hours, 30 Minutes
Time is getting closer with each passing minute. I CAN do this and I WILL do it with success.
I AM WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR!
Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." – Matthew NIV
1 comment:
Yes!!!!!!!!! You are woman hear you roar! You can do anything, J! You are awesome!
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