It is Sunday morning, June 10, 2012. I am running my first race today. The North Shore Half Marathon.
Ok, no lie, my kids woke up fifteen, million, hundred, friggin times last night. It was like a well rehearsed operation. Steve and Dandridge you would know about this; isn’t there actually a torture used to interrogate prisoners along these lines? As soon as I was falling asleep a different kid would scream out, “mommy!” As if they were being chased by a lion. I guess I will just run sleep deprived! I do everything else without sleep, why not this too? Thank God for tea!
Which is why I am up now. I have to drink enough tea to make sure I can “take care of business” at home before I leave instead of somewhere along the 13.1 mile path. (Please God let that part of my body work right today). I am nervous enough about parking for pete’s sake. And Richard has been assuring me that I don’t have to actually carry the map of the course while I am running., that they will have the path clearly marked. Or I can follow the herd, (assuming I can keep up) I sure hope he is right, because I can just see me ending up in BFE wondering where the hell is the finish line so I can WALK already.
So I think my prayer is going to go something like this today:
please keep me safe and on the right path.
let me keep my shit to myself, or at least only where it belongs
Give me the strength to run like a lion is chasing me
and when I can’t see the end in sight, remind me just how much fun this really is!