Well, we’re here. Dunedin, Florida. For the Honeymoon Island Half Marathon which starts tomorrow at 7:30 am in warm, muggy central Florida. Good thing I’m close friends with warm and muggy, I guess. I hope to post again tomorrow with a race report, but my mind was whirling today, so I had to get a few thoughts down in black in white. It helps settle my nerves.
Love our little rented condo. It’s a quad plex, and we’re in the upper northwest corner. Our downstairs neighbors drove a hearse here from Indiana. Hmmm… Our other neighbors have just arrived, so all I know about them is there are a lot of them. They’re young and athletic, so they may be here for the race, too, for all I know. We’ll see.
Gary and I drove to the park where the race will be held tomorrow to do a little reconnaissance. We started down a hiking trail, then were besieged by mosquitos, so we retreated to our car and headed back to the condo. Packet pick up is in a few hours, reservations for a pasta meal have been made at an Italian restaurant in lovely downtown Dunedin, Gary is taking a nap, and I’m having a glass of wine (or two) to calm my pre-race jitters.
I haven’t raced in two years. The wheels fell off my training bus about a month ago, after a 10 mile run. Enter a strep infection, an antibiotic, then, of course, the subsequent yeast infection, and you can imagine how my body felt about running. Still, I ran. Not fast, not far (missed my 11 miler), but steadily and with intention. Then, I was able to get a 12 miler in on a trail, which was exquisite, but sloooooooooooooooow. Truly breathtaking, though.
I realized something on that long, lonely 12 miler. The ability to accomplish anything, whether it’s to run 12 miles on trails or something even more challenging, really resides in my mind, not my feet.
If I believe I can do it, I really can. A few weeks ago, I was unsure if I could complete a 9 miler, then I put my mind to it, and I did it. The next week, my 10 miler felt easy. Yes, I was felled by angry microbes afterward, but I got it done. Then, after all the misery of a strep infection and a yeast infection, Twelve. Miles. Done. Wow.
There’s a lot to be said for making a plan and sticking to it, even when you get temporarily derailed. Tell yourself you can, and you’re more than halfway there.
I have a long list of Bible verses and literary quotes that I refer to for inspiration when I need it, and this one seems appropriate today:
It is our choices that show what we really are; far more than our abilities. Albus Dumbledore
I choose to believe that I can.