I can't believe I am doing this!
Why am I doing this?
What if I don't hear the alarm? (remember that Seinfeld)
What if I throw up while I'm waiting at the starting line because I am so nervous?
What if I drink too much water?
What if I have to go to the bathroom while I'm running?
I hope I don't trip...and I really I hope I don't trip someone else!
I hope I don't accidentally spit on someone.
I really hope I don't have to walk.
Maybe I should have ran 12 miles last Saturday instead of nine.
I cannot forget to charge my ipod tonight.
What would happen if I got hurt? Are there paramedics on the route?
Should I wear a hat or sunglasses...or both? Or neither?
I can't decide whether I should wear a white tank top or a red one. Or should I wear a T-shirt instead?
Should I have gotten new shoes?
I really hope my family doesn't get lost or stuck in traffic and miss my big finish.
Why am I making such a big deal about this race anyway? It's only a half marathon, it's not even a real marathon. It's not like I'm really "racing", I'm just want to finish the darn thing.
Last night Eden said "Maya, you HAVE to wake me up on Saturday. I like to sleep in and I can't sleep in on Saturday or I'll miss mom's race!" I love how excited my kids are for me. The picture of them in my head at the finish line is what will be pushing me through those last three miles. And if that picture doesn't keep me going I'll think of the moose chasing me.
Maya said "You probably won't win mom, but it's okay if you get like fourth place..." This will be a great opportunity for me to teach my kids how it doesn't matter if you win first place, it just matters that you did your best and finish what you started.
So my dears....I'm off to load up on carbs at Olive Garden and enjoy every bite of Alfredo dipping sauce guilt free.
Wish me luck....I can already hear you cheering me on. I will report on my amazing race tomorrow or Sunday....if I'm still moving.