This is it, you guys. Tomorrow is the big day. Tomorrow I run my very first half marathon ever.
I am proud to say that I have not thrown up.
What I have done is a little of the following:
*Woke up and re-read the e-mail they sent us the other day. Then proceeded to freak out when I couldn’t find my name on the included participants list. Ran, freaking out, into the bedroom, where Kyle was still
hungover sleeping. Started crying that after 6 months I wasn’t going to be allowed to run the race. Then re-re-read the e-mail and realized that I had misread the list and was looking under the 5K participants. Calmed down significantly.
*Went downtown and picked up my packet.
(I had to take this picture myself because Kyle
doesn’t love me is a pussy was still hungover was still asleep.)
*Made a three-hour long playlist specifically for this race. I even went so far as to make a chart of what time I thought I would hit what mile marker so that I could make sure to play extra inspiring music during the most difficult parts of the course. I won’t give the whole list, but I will tell you that Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer” should play around 6.5 miles (because “we’re halfway there”,) and the first and last song on the playlist is Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.” I know, it’s epic.
*Spent three hours watching Criminal Minds in a vain attempt to distract myself.
*Drank glass after glass after glass of water. Also peed a lot.
*Stashed several bottles of homemade sports drink in the freezer, set out my clothes for tomorrow, and packed a little bag with necessities like a dry shirt, extra band aids, safety pins, spare socks, and a towel.
*Ate a super delicious, super cliche dinner of spaghetti.
*Showered. This is my compromise to the epic shower/don’t shower debate. I’ll maybe stink a little, but it’ll just be sleeping stink. (Which is nothing compared to the stink I’ll be stinking afterwards.)
*Took a sleeping pill. (To combat the nervous energy that won’t even begin to let me sleep.)
*And now I’m lying in bed, getting ready to attempt a full eight hours.
I’ll be posting a link to both Twitter and Facebook tomorrow morning that will allow all interested parties to track me for all 13.1 miles. You won’t get to see my soaked ass or smell my stanky ass but…
okay, maybe you guys actually get the better end of this deal.