The New Jersey marathon is a week and a half away.
There is one more weekend in between now and the race. One more long run. A few easy runs. And a lot of crazy.
Crazy? Yes, crazy. In the form of me. I fully admit that I have gone crazy. I've gone crazy fearing-the-marathon style.
Almost 17 weeks into this whole marathon adventure, I'm afraid that my training hasn't been enough. I'm afraid that something will go wrong. I'm afraid that the goal I've set for myself is far too aggressive. I'm afraid I'll implode just feet from the finish line.
I have a case of the Taper Crazies. For sure.
Sane me knows that I followed my training plan, ran my paces, worked hard. Sane me knows that I set my time goal based on recent races times and my level of dedication to reaching my goal. Sane me knows that implosion is highly unlikely -- I could easily slow to a jog, shuffle or walk before I reach the point of implosion.
But crazy me? Crazy me is having a super hard time shaking the fear.
And then I came across this:
I'm choosing to believe it.
My marathon fears only mean that I believe those fears are worth overcoming.
I've never set such a grand goal for myself as I have for this marathon. 3:45? That means I have to run 8:35 per mile. Easy enough for a few miles -- heck, I've run a good bit faster than that for 10, 11 and 13.1 mile races -- but 26.2 miles? Can I hold that pace? Without falling apart?
I'll find out soon enough (just a week and a half!).
I'm not going to let my marathon fears stop me from going for it. I mean, after all, what's the worst that can happen? I run slower? I don't reach my goal? I fail?
If I fail, so be it. At least I'll know I went for it.
I'll be telling myself this for the next, oh, 11 or so days!
What fears do you have before big races?
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