Okay, not apparently. Let’s be honest–we all knew I was crazy right? Well, I woke up this morning with a freaking cold, so I think for the first time in my entire adult life I called in sick to work. My amazing, pretty, lovely, talented friend and boss Emily was so sweet and helped a sister out so I could sit at home and baby myself and make sure I get better before Sunday. I’m trying not to freak out. I spent about $40 on supplies and I have no regrets. So far today I have drank two Emergen-Cs, taken a handful of echinacea, 3 or 4 Zicams, drank about 4 cups of tea and approximately my body weight in water. Dear sickness: you cannot ruin this for me. Nice try. Love, Ari.
So apparently now that I sat around the house all day (how do people do that?! I was so bored!), I have a ridiculous amount of pent up energy that I have focused into obsessing, freaking out over, and talking non stop about the race. Is that normal? I used to be one of those people you didn’t want to be around because I would constantly analyze the calorie content of every food and couldn’t keep myself from talking about food and calories like word vomit. Now, I can’t not talk about this race. Why is anyone friends with me? Seriously. I have this crazy one track mind and when it focuses on something, it’s like the rest of the world ceases to exist.
So far tonight I’ve read about 10 different half marathon recaps, done a whole lot of number crunching, and thanks to my amazing friend Nicole, discovered this super amazing site! Basically, you put in your goal finish time and then it creates a bracelet that you can print out and wear during the race that tells you where you need to be for every single mile to ensure meeting your goal! I need to be right around 10:30. The only thing that makes me nervous is that I think stopping for street lights gives me a lot more time to breathe than I realize. When the light says don’t walk, I also do not run, but since I’m not running, obviously I pause little Garmie. That’s the garmin’s nickname. Judge away. Anyway, I wonder without those little street light breaks, if I will still be able to maintain my pace.
Really, more than anything, I’m actually excited. I worked hard for this. I ran over 200 training miles, I cross trained, I foam rolled, I felt less guilty about eating bread–I mean that was the best part 😉 I’m ready. And it’s my first time so if I don’t meet a time goal, the important thing is I finish. When I signed up, my only goal was to cross the finish line. I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait!