In six days, I’ll be lining up at the start in Fernandina Beach, ready for my second-ever half marathon.
It’s a dizzying feeling.
But as with all things, there is good news and bad news.
The good news? I’m excited. I’m ready for a girls’ weekend with some wonderful friends and talented athletes. I’m looking forward to the gorgeous race course and the pre-race and post-race festivities at the Ritz-Carlton Amelia Island. The experience is one I am sure to never forget.
Which brings us to the bad news, and kind of why I haven’t updated much in the past few days.
I’m not physically at the top of my game. Which means my mental wellbeing is suffering, too. It’s nothing incredibly serious. I got some hideous blisters at Disney last Monday on the tops of both littles toes (from a pair of shoes that never gave me any trouble in the past, which was my entire reason for wearing them) that are healing way too slowly for my liking. On top of that, I’ve had a couple little hiccups with my health, which is causing me to reign things in a bit. It’s nothing terribly serious, but it’s annoying, inconvenient and means spending more time listening to my body.
Needless to say, my emotions are all over the map. I am a big fan of perpetual forward motion: always improving, always stretching for another goal. Setbacks and stalls really get in my head and mess with me. Which is ridiculous because no good thing comes without challenges and false starts, and my logical self knows this, but the part of my brain that loves seeing me writhe in self-doubt sure is having a field day right now.
My mantra for the week is going to be pretty simple: “It’s out of my hands, so enjoy.”
I can do the distance. I’ve proven it. I love the distance. I love the act of running (usually). There is nothing productive to come from analyzing the what ifs and could have beens, and no amount of beating myself up will have any positive impact on Saturday. And so I am going to try to let it all go, focus on eating right, getting enough sleep, squeezing in a last shake-out run or two if I can, and go to the start line of ZOOMA prepared for a great day and a great run.
What are your best coping techniques for when your body rebels against your plans and goals?