Race Day

Tomorrow I “get” to run another half marathon. It will be the first one of the new year. It’s also another chance to run this race better than two years ago. That time I took off like a crazy man, thinking that training a mile high and running at sea level allowed me to run like a kid in a candy store, meaning I felt really strong. The strategy worked fine until I hit mile twelve, when the tiger in the tank, well, left. For the next 1.1 miles, I ran in the slowest motion my legs could muster and still be considered running. If you looked at the finish line pictures the race posted on their site for sale, you could see the pain in my face. That pain was actually shooting up straight from my legs and my face was like a monitor which reflected all the pain. I might be exaggerating a little here.
The forecast is for temperatures in the seventies for the day, more like the fifties when my wave starts. There are about 13,000 runners registered for the race…that’s a whole bunch of half marathoners. The only caveat about this race, my race, is that I caught a little cold last Saturday. I didn’t get to run ALL week, so, I am not sure what will happen out there tomorrow but I’ll find out.
I just found out Cade is sick now, along with my daughter. Sickness is one of the parts of life that makes this life crappy. Sure it builds our immune systems but dang it, the suffering, the puking, it stinks…literally. It stinks to get sick one week before running a race. However, in the grand scheme of things, they’re all just light afflictions which last for only a “moment”.