Channeling Kara Goucher

I can't believe it's here. The workouts are done. The spreadsheet I've been diligently and dutifully filling out since June only has one more box left to be filled in.

My workouts this week were....solid, I think that's the best way to describe them. I wouldn't call any of them particularly great, and there was no euphoria or anything like that, just solid workouts to keep my legs from forgetting how to do this running thing.

So now it's Friday, and the nerves have really started to set in. I picked up my packet and had a small meltdown at the expo over my race shirt possibly not being the right size, and not being able to purchase a hoodie I really wanted. Stressed runner alert. I was starting to feel extremely overwhelmed and I hadn't even made it to the start line yet. The fears and doubts started piling up and the tears were coming out.

I needed to get my nerves and attitude in check. I thought to myself, "What would [my fave runner/girl crush] Kara Goucher say?"

So, I have made a decision. I will not fail.

I. Will. Not. Fail. 

Simple as that. I did not come this far to accept defeat before I even try.

I know, deep down, I can do this. I am ready. I have trained for this. I did all the running I was supposed to do (and a little bit extra). I have done 2 20+ mile runs. I am fully capable of doing 26.2 miles. 

I can't pretend I'm not afraid. I have a fear of the unknown in all aspects of life, and running is no different. For that, I'm reminded of another favorite quote of mine:

See, I don't think the fear is necessarily a bad thing. I think it's supposed to scary. Overcoming that fear is part of what makes it so great. Replacing the fear with accomplishment allows us to grow and dream even bigger. 

And one more...

1. Because I love Nike. 2. Because isn't that really what it's all about? When it comes down to it, it's just about putting one foot in front of the other. I love this because it makes me think of all the times I have taken that extra, little step. Running that extra minute or extra mile or five miles, until five turned into ten and then twenty and now twenty six point two. It didn't happen overnight, but sometimes I forget that I'm no longer that girl with asthma who had never run a continuous mile in her life, wheezing her way through Week 3 of Couch to 5k. But I'm not. All because I took that extra, little step.

1 comment

  1. I'm reading all the posts you linked to, and seriously running posts like this always make me teary. Is that weird? whatever. I love that nike picture at the end. so true. one foot in front of the other, easy as pie.