The Richmond Half Marathon is Saturday. Finally.
Usually, I am just a bouncy ball of excitement at this point… confident in training and pumped to pound out a new PR. But I won’t sugar coat it. I’m a little jittery.
This race has been kind of an emotional roller coaster. I’ve been working so long for it that it’s almost melodramatic now that race week is here. Plus, I sat out for about 3 weeks during a high-mileage month with a bum Achilles tendon, so I’m not sure how close I’m going to get to my goal.
I think this is going to just be one of those celebration runs… where I just zone out, enjoy the atmosphere and think about how far I’ve come as a runner since the last race. It’s been pretty awesome running with husband and pushing myself each week to new levels. I’ve hit many personal records while training, including distance covered and overall pace. Not to mention, I’ve learned how to completely shut down self-doubt when I focus hard enough, which is a big win for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not already throwing in the towel. I just think I am a different person than when I first started preparing for this race. It’s not about the PR as much anymore as it is the lessons learned and the goals crushed. The past couple of months have been fun, trying, frustrating, confidence-building and outright painful at times. Running is really hard work, but it’s very rewarding when you see how far you – and your running friends – have come.
Whether I meet my race goal Saturday or not, I’m thrilled. From where I’m sitting right now, I’ve already won.