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Well, it's the day before the race, and I just feel too comfortable. Two days rest in a row just doesn't seem natural. I'm sticking to the plan though. Going to eat fairly light tonight; I made a special request for baked ziti tonight - poor man's lasagna. My wife doesn't have to make it if she doesn't feel up to it (she says it's no problem), because DGD (does that work for Darling Granddaughter?) can do it as well. Even though it's good to load up a little on pasta the night before, I still have to maintain portion control. I don't want nature deciding to move in the middle of the race tomorrow. :(
It's a continuous mind game. I can think of a dozen reasons why I'm not going to reach my goal tomorrow, and the only positive reinforcement I have is knowing that I trained for it, and followed the plan that said it was going to get me there. It's a pretty small event. I am doubting that they have caught up with the RFID chip technology, so the time is probably going to start when the gun goes off. I am expecting about 300 running. I will be in the middle of the pack, so I will lose some time as the herd moves across the start line. Having been there before, I know that after that 1st mile, the fun is over and, in spite of the burn, and the panic of my mind telling me that I can't keep up this pace, I am going to have to reach down, into the depths of some unknown region, to convince myself that I don't get another shot at this race, that it will all be over in just a few more minutes, and I will be happy in the end, that I almost killed myself to pass through a couple orange cones in less than half an hour. I will keep walking when I get through the chute because I know that, if I stop, I might hurl in front of all the spectators, and possibly even start a chain reation amongst the other finishers. Then I'll go get my camera, try to put on a happy face, and have someone take my picture to ensure that this moment is captured for posterity.
I feel much better now. :)
Found out one of our friends at the church is having back surgery, and recovery is going to take at least three weeks. He is worried about not being able to take care of the lawn. They don't know that our community group is going to help them out. So, I'm probably the only one in the group that has a big enough outfit to handle a large lawn - without someone having to take vacation to do it. I've never been over to their place, so, after leaving work, I drove over to the place to scope out how large a lot it was, and when it was going to need mowing. It was probably only a little over an acre, and he mowed it like that day, because he knew he was going to be layed up. So, piece of cake; I'll do it as soon as I return from my trip. I changed the oil and filter in the truck last night, in preparation for my trip east of Cleveland Sunday. Other than that, I didn't do anything. Will spend the evening getting ready for the race tomorrow morning.
Toodles!
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