I cried while driving into work this morning.
Not the uncontrollable, ugly cry.
|Even beautiful people have “ugly cry” faces.|
I just had a few tears fall down my face.
Tears of joy, as I call them.
I pictured myself at the start line tomorrow morning.
Listening to the song, “Hats Off to Larry” – the song my Grandpa requested we play at his funeral. The song was a suggestion by my mom, and I knew instantly I wanted to start the race to his song.
Tomorrow, I’ll walk up to the start line more prepared than EVER before.
Sure I missed a few long runs.
And I missed even more short runs during the week.
But I feel confident.
I feel strong.
I’ve done a
great good job training this time around.
Previous races, I was lucky to get one or two 6 milers under my belt.
MAYBE I would do a 10 miler.
These past few weeks have been UBBER emotional. I can’t explain right now, but I will one day soon. Hang tight…
But thankfully, I’ll be surrounded with friends, fellow runners. volunteers, and spectators that inspire me.
Tomorrow when I walk up to the start line, I’m not letting my stresses, worries, emotions, or fears win.
I started out this journey dreaming of a full marathon, but I knew I wasn’t ready to climb that mountain. Not yet. I’ve had my doubts along the way…like most runners do. But I am bringing my strength, confidence, and courage with me to the start line. And thanks to advice from Meggie Dials, I’m going to master my race photos tomorrow too!
“It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness.”
And one more quote…just because it made me smile and you guys KNOW I love quotes.
“Some people don’t have the guts for distance racing. The polite term for them is sprinters.”