Disclaimer: I’m part of the Under Armour campaign through Fitfluential and I got half off on my race entry from North Face.
The North Face Half Marathon is coming up on Sunday. To say that I’m nervous about it is an understatement. I haven’t run long since the Frederick Half. But, it’s ok, there’s a four hour time limit. I can make that, right?
And then life happened.
This week has not played out as planned. I was supposed to get in at least one 6ish mile run and a few shorter. The weather was supposed to continue to be cool and beautiful. Sleep was supposed to be a priority.
None of the above is going on.
I think I ran 5 miles sometime recently. And I managed 3 on Tuesday, I think. I’m planning for 3 or so on the treadmill today.
The weather? Well, it is Virginia. And it is almost June. So, it should come as no surprise that it’s hot. And humid. And expected to be even hotter on Sunday. Woot. Not.
Sleep? Yeah, I got none of that on Tuesday night and not as much as I wanted last night.
So, what is going on?
Jones has a stomach bug. It kept us both up on Tuesday night and made me go to bed later than planned last night. He’s feeling some better, but still has a ways to go. But anyone with kids knows, that when one goes down with a virus, chances are good others are going down too.
Also, Beer Geek has to be somewhere on Sunday, which means I really need to finish in 3 hours or less. Umm…
So, what’s a girl to do?
Do Not Start? Only planning on this if I come down with the stomach bug or if I can’t find anyone who will be home on Sunday and can be backup for the kids if I can’t make it home by the time Beer Geek needs to leave.
Do Not Finish? Not my plan, but if the heat kills me or the bug gets me after I start or any number of crazy things that could happen…
Dead F*&^ing Last? Entirely possible.
But, life lived without taking chances is boring, so I’ll be doing my best to line up at the start line and cross that finish line, even if the in between is not pretty. That’s #What’sBeautiful to me.
(As I was writing, my friend who is picking up my shirt dropped it off to be screen printed with the half marathon distance. And I think I found a babysitter. Guess DNSing is looking a bit less likely, unless my stomach goes south…)