It's weird to finally be here.
I always thought that there'd be a million thoughts running through my head at this point. What if this happens or this happens or this doesn't?
But there's not. Just excitement, gratitude, and (strangely) peace. I get to go, I get to start, I get to see what happens. I don't know how it will turn out, but I get to find out. And that's awesome.
I think back to about 4 months ago, when I was in a different place. I had been focused on Philly for months, but that didn't happen.
4 months ago, I said the same thing I always do when things are hard: the downs are followed by ups, and the way out is always through.
And they are, and it was. And I'm here.
I don't know what will happen in my race, but I know that I've gotten to the start. I'm not overtrained; I'm not injured. And that was my goal. So many times during this training cycle, I was tempted to push. To force myself through a workout or a run while ignoring warning signals. And each time I resisted. I told my coach at the beginning of this cycle that my ambition was to err on the side of underdoing, and that I was counting on him to crack the whip if I was slacking.
(which he never did, so I guess I did it right).
It was hard - from a mental standpoint this has been a very difficult training cycle - to always try to do less, rather than more. But it's paid off. My Philly training cycle was prettier on pixels, but I never got to race. And now I do. And that was the point.
Thank you guys.
And now, I get to run. The coolest, funnest long run ever. I get to do my thing. I can't wait.
To be continued.