It's 12 days out from the Ft. Lauderdale race. Dave, in Texas, says, 'do the marathon'. "Are ya scared?" he asked me on the phone last night. "uh, Yea," doh! How do I get my mind around another 26.2 miles so soon?? Cheryl says, no do the half.
Originally I wasn't too committed to either one. Now suddenly I've got new shoes on order, and a serious desire to see myself out there on A1A; half? or whole??
This morning I did a 7ish with strength and energy. The hitch in my hip wasn't bad, and was able to work itself out- mostly. If there's anything I have concern about it's hitting the midpoint having this annoying pain creep into my stride that I can't get rid of, and making the race a struggle to survive to the finish- again. The A1A course is one long lovely adventure with the ocean. It would be a beautiful journey to take feeling on my game. I have very little wiggle room here, one weekend of a long loop to test out my endurance, then just one week to get rested enough, strong enough, ready enough.
I hope the shoes come soon. There's a possibility for magic in something completely new. Wings on my feet and smiles in my heart. It simply feels wonderful to be on the move.
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