Tomorrow, I race.
I won’t lie. I’m nervous. I know this race will push me, and that’s scary. But beyond that, I don’t know how far this race will push me. How far will I go before my body breaks down? How far is too far? There’s only one way to find out- and that’s to go farther than I would even dare.
It’s easy to throw around numbers in an abstract way. 6.2 miles doesn’t sound like that much on paper. Run a mile? Sure, that’s easy. But I know that when I get out there, one mile will be far less. One mile will become five-thousand-plus strides. Each stride will be a battle between my mind and my legs.
I know it will be hard. But I am excited. It will be good. And I’m doing it for YOU.