A Day Before Madness

So, here we are (face-to-face, a couple of silver spooooons...oh wait...). It's the day before the marathon attempt. I feel like I've been plotting to run a marathon for years, but it's been more like one or two. When I've watched and heard about friends and loved ones accomplishing this feat, I would think "Gee, I wish I had that kind of discipline. There'd be no way I could do something like that without any help." Well, I sort of proved myself wrong, which is always a nice surprise.

Now I have to be patient. Conserve my energy. Consume carbs. Not stress about the schematics.  And, not obsess over the feeling that I'm still under-prepared  Yes, I did just about everything my training plan instructed. And yes, I did complete the 20 mile run. That doesn't seem to squash the doubts of a newbie, though. But I can say I've received a lot of support for my race, so I'm going to take that with me as I run.

Anywho, just think, earlier this year I had a somewhat embarrassing glut injury, making it hard for me to walk straight (zombie-like). I could probably never adequately express how grateful I am to have a physical therapist guide me through the healing process and get back on the road to running. When I could no longer run the TIR during that time, my confidence was pretty shot. One day at a time and months later, I'm doing something a notch more difficult than a long distance relay race.

So what happened to me? Did I become a different person? Where's Lazy Shelly? I'd like to think that I've unlocked a seldom used piece of my personality that has so much drive to accomplish a goal, the strife that typically comes with it seems to just fade away. It's the same drive I had to graduate college and get a job I guess, but I've missed that feeling. I welcome it to linger and fixate on something else once my race is over.

Together! We're going to find our wayyyyy!