It's a day away now from my 20-mile run, and my stomach has been in knots all week thinking about it. I'm very encouraged by all of the kinds words and encouragement I've received from you all here on my blog, and I know that if I approach it with the right mindset I should be able to meet my goal. But that doesn't mean I'm not still worried.
I guess it's just the fear of the unknown. After every distance that was an unknown to me, I've worried. When I ran five miles for the first time, I worried. Before my first eight-mile run, I worried. Before all of these monster runs I've done just in the fall alone, I worried. So it's natural then to worry.
The distance is enormously intimidating and it can easily psyche me out, so I'm going to try and follow my advice to myself from earlier this week and break it down into smaller runs.
Today, I'm going to do what I can to adequately prepare my body for running 20 miles. I'm going to make pasta for dinner, and another high-carb meal for lunch. I'm going to snack on carbs too.
Let's see... it would be nice to follow this today but we'll see what sort of curve balls life throws at me
AM snack: Banana
Lunch: Sub, with Italian sausage, peppers, and onion; side of sweet potatoes
PM snack: Popcorn
Dinner: Pasta (I'm thinking Bacon and Tomato Pasta)
I really hope I can stick to that today. I have lots to do today, mostly Christmas shopping, but I like to spend time in the kitchen so I'll have to carve out some time to do that and relax in there. Hopefully I will be able to relax.
On Sunday, we'll probably be leaving on our run at around 6:30, and if all goes well I'll be done shortly after 10.
I hope my feet are up for the pounding.
I hope my nipples hold up.
I hope my hamstring is fully recovered.
I hope The Garmin makes it.
I hope the weather cooperates.
I hope my stomach settles down before Sunday morning.
I hope I can sleep tonight.
I hope I make it in one piece.