The day before a race is the day I forget how to do everything. Like write a complete sentence. Or organize my thoughts enough to write a good quality post. I deleted the first sentence of this post 5 times. An hour ago I did not even think that I would be able to sit down and type. So maybe this is good. A distraction. I have no idea how I pull myself together by the time the race starts. This is not thought through in the least bit. And if you have read my other posts then you know that I put a lot of thought into what I do. No matter how well my training has gone leading up to the race, or how organized I am for traveling to the race, I am a wreck the day before. My easy run feels horrible. Race pace seems impossible. I lose my laser focus and wonder if it will come back. Everything I do related to running has become easier with repetition, except for this. It is always the same. Always just as bad and seemingly endless. Even as I am writing this and telling you all of what I know that happens, I am not comforted or reassured. Self talk does nothing for me here. I would have to repeat, “This too shall pass” until I go to sleep tonight. So I don’t make a plan for how I am going to make it through. “Dread Day” is simply a day that I have to survive.
Race Start- 7am tomorrow