I still forged ahead and signed up for the run vowing to run religiously an get 'ready' for it. Ha, best laid plans sometimes mean squat and this was just one of those 'means squat' times. I packed my bags and went to town. As the afternoon progressed I seriously contemplated backing out. Yeah, I did. I'm not proud of that fact. I gathered my fortitude and just said "DO IT". I knew I could finish but I told myself that finishing would be the victory. I had a goal to stay 'close' to my rough times from previous races (38-40 minutes) and I REALLY wanted to be under 40 minutes.
I knew that this run was not going to be a run based on training, but a run based on my heart. My heart would push me through. My heart would propel me and my heart would motivate me. And my heart would fill my thoughts and make me smile. I was going to be running with my heart.
It was a rough run. I had some good thoughts in my mind....so intensely personal things that fill me with warm fuzzies to think about...so I was smiling (maybe through the grimace of pain...ha ha ha).
The finish line was awesome. I saw people that I knew..and they cheered me on. I finished it in 40:52 A minute slower than my recent times. I'm ok with that...because I ran with my heart!
I DID however pass on the umpteen free donuts that were floating around before (yes there were people double fisting donuts before running) and after the race. On the way home we stopped to pick up sandwiches...I ordered a salad..