On the ride home from Buffman&Squeaky Triathlon in May, I decided that I was going to run the Chips-n-Salsa half-marathon this year. I signed up a few days later and have had three full months to prepare. I even put a count down to this particular race on my blog.
That being said, I now find myself one week out from my longest planned run ever, the half-mary itself.
This morning I ran 8.3 miles. Eight miles is becoming a comfortable distance. That's progress, and something that I feel good about. But 8 miles won't be enough on Sunday. Somehow, next weekend I need to dig in and find 5 more miles in me to get to the finish line.
I have calculated an expected finish time based on my training paces. I've looked at the finish times from last year. I can predict that I will be one of the last to cross the line. At first I thought that at least the walkers would be behind me, but they are letting them start 30mins earlier, and it's entirely possible that I may not catch up with them.
I've been one of the very last before, and I know what it feels like. You know what? It's actually not so bad.
13.1 miles for the first time, on my own terms, & at my own pace to the finish line. That's what my race is going to be about next Sunday.
Bring it on!!