Well, the Marathon is 11 days away. I cannot believe it's here. Now comes the worst part - traveling. I hate traveling. Well, I like going places, I just hate getting there. I hate airports. I hate airplanes. I hate flying. Other than that, it's great. I'm getting antsy about traveling. I've never packed for a marathon before - I'm deathly afraid I'll forget something as basic as my running shoes. I have decided to wear my running shoes on the plane, just in case something happens and we have to bail out in a hurry. I can buy new shorts, socks and shirts in Hawaii if necessary. I can't break in new running shoes in two days. These are the stupid things I think about.
I'm glad some of you continue to read this blog and I appreciate the comments that have been left (even if I don't respond to them, I really do appreciate them).
Back to traveling angst. I wish my wife and I were going on the same flight but we're not. My travel was booked through APLA on Delta and she's flying in on Continental. She's supposed to get in an hour after I do. I will not relax until we are both in Honolulu together. God I hate traveling.
I'm worried about my dogs. Our friend is house-sitting for us and will take good care of them but I still worry that they will all be OK. What if he locks himself out of the house? I should let him know that if he does get locked out, he has my permission to break a window to get back in.
The only good thing about all this traveling angst is that it's keeping me from worrying about the actual Marathon itself so I guess that's a plus. I think I use worrying as a form of control - if I worry about everything, then maybe none of it will happen. But still, I'd much rather be relaxed. But it's not gonna happen.
Oddly, I still don't feel like I'm a runner. I'm much more the tortoise than the hare. Still feel like a plodding old man whenever I'm out running and I still hate actually leaving the house in the morning to go run. I thought by now I'd love running but I don't think that's ever going to happen. I'm also disappointed by the fact that I haven't really lost all that much weight. I've lost about 8 pounds but I really thought I'd lose more than that. I feel better and my clothes fit better but I really thought there'd be more of a change. I still feel like the same fat guy at 50 that I was at 49.
I really can't wait until this is over.
When you see the photos they take of you during the marathon, you will see that you are not the same fat guy. You've accomplished an amazing thing already.
ReplyDeleteGo to the bathroom a couple of times before the start of the race.
And pay attention to the crowd at the start line. There is a lot of fun energy in it. It's an amazing experience. Stay in the moment and enjoy it!!