So Sunday is the half-marathon. It is everything I have trained for and the capstone of the past couple of months. I always find this week to be odd. While the race is something I worry about - in terms of finishing - it is a reward. It is a day that is like a birthday. My family treats me to meals of my choice and freedom to relax on race day.
This particular half-marathon means a lot to me. Last year I had a falling out running partner and best friend. We had been running partners since high school. In many ways I didn't know how I could do a race with out her. I am the serious trainer, who thinks that I cannot do the race if I miss a long run or have a bad run one day. She is the relaxed runner, who is a natural born athlete and doesn't worry about missed runs or a late night out drinking before the race.
So Sunday, all my efforts will be put forth.
I am looking forward to this week. I am going through my traditions and routines as most runners do.
Spaghetti lunch with my Dad. Breakfast and packet pickup, on Saturday, and pre-race carb loading...