Miles since last time: *shrug*
Total miles this year: 450
I know. It’s been a while. In my defense. I’ve been training for a marathon. Tomorrow. A full marathon. I’m doing my first full marathon tomorrow. The Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon. It’s tomorrow.
I’m not nervous at all. Not a bit. Everything’s fine here. I certainly haven’t convinced myself that I’ll collapse somewhere around mile sixteen and live in that same spot forever, eventually becoming known as Candles. (Because sixteen? Never mind. The nickname is a work in progress.)
Like I said. Everything’s fiiiiiiiine.
(Side note—I can’t tell if I’m stress-eating or carb-loading.)
I’ve heard that it’s good to outline your goals for a race beforehand. At the very least, I suppose it gives you something to focus on besides the fear pangs that are slowly getting closer and closer together—so much so that I think I’m due to birth an anxiety baby in, oh, about twelve hours.
To occupy myself until I can get that worry epidural, I’m listing my goals here.
Cross the finish line. Obviously.
They take it down eventually. I’m not fast, guys.
Before my Bluetooth headphones run out of juice.
Fingers crossed. This is why they call it a race.
Try not to look like I’m dying.
A lot of races have photographers taking pictures along the route so that you can commemorate the special occasion. After my first half marathon a year ago, I looked at my photos and learned that, despite my sunny disposition, I have a pretty bad case of RBF—Running Bitch Face. (And Resting Bitch Face. I have all the bitch faces.) I actually haven’t looked at any race photos since then. Now, I realize that maybe I should have practiced not looking like I want to punch a unicorn.
Don’t get attacked by the Lake Hefner monster.
I know that there’s no actual evidence that a monster lives in the lake, but that’s just what Heffy wants you to think.
Find proof of the Lake Hefner monster. Become best friends.
Candles is going to need someone to co-parent feral cats in the area.
Maintain control of all bodily functions.
No vomiting or GI distress here!
Don’t anger the wind gods any further.
NBD, just 20-mph winds out of the north and northwest. Definitely not going to make the first half of this thing feel like dragging a bus. A bus that is me.
Play everyone’s favorite game, Twig or Snake?, as desired.
It’s been raining all night/day and there’s storm damage everywhere. Who knows what you’ll find? Maybe even a shiny new penny!
When finished, replace all bodily fluids with chocolate milk.
It’s a legitimate recovery drink.
Have enough energy to walk back to my car.
This is not a fear I had until just now.
Clear eyes. Full hearts. Can’t lose.
(Ignore that high-pitched whining sound. I have no idea where it’s coming from. Definitely not me.)