It is 5:49am. It is 23 degrees outside.
In less than half an hour, I will be on my way to my “corral” to wait for the start of the Rothman 8k. I am terrified.
I had a slight breakdown yesterday at the Expo when I went to pick up my bib. It was all so overwhelming. Lots and lots of skinny people.
There are 18,000 people running the race. I worry that I will come in 18,000th.
I know that half of the struggle is just showing up. Trust me. I have a nasty cold, I’m running by myself and I feel very, very intimidated. Add to that a little tinge of sadness that my parents and brothers didn’t bother to give a quick call (*sigh*) but that is what it is.
With all of that, I’m going. I don’t know if I’ll even finish. I’ve never run competitively – ever never – and definitely not in this kind of weather.
This one’s for the fat girls!
