I haven’t run the half marathon distance in about five months. Not even the distance. Close. I’ve touched up near nineteen just last week, and skirted through the high teens on and off both before and after my injury. But twenty-one point one? No. Yet in about twenty-four hours I’ll be queuing up at the start line in a local park with a couple hundred other runners and getting ready to do just that. It’s fair to say I’m starting to get a little nervous. Not that I haven’t prepped. Sure, my distance is a little on the low side (we’re calling it a build-to-the-race style of training instead of a taper) and my expectations are for a solid, running to-complete and not a PR. My calves and back are solid, and I’ve been cross-training those. I’m hydrated (and will be suckling a water bottle for the next day to stay that way) and I’ve got the day off, so I can putz around, relax, get in a stretcher run, and otherwise get my gear in order. Still, there is that same lingering doubt that I’m making an effort to squash and stuff away, the same doubt that I feel before every race and every training run. It somehow feels a little more valid this time.
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Same Day, Different Year
- In 2017Camera + Run + Graffiti
- In 2017Wandering Downtown (Footage)
- In 2016The Taper Begins
- In 2015The Rules of Being Dad
- In 2014Random Acts of (Un)Troll
- In 2013Book Fair
- In 2013Corn Maze Pics
- In 2013Twenty Klicks & Snowy
- In 2003just couldnt resist
- In 2003why not be sick?
- In 2002bad.sci.fi.remembered
- In 2002halfbakery
- In 2002on.weddin's.n.such