The Santa Hustle is just three weeks away. I am way not as prepared for it as I should be. My work project and my gall bladder issues kind of all got in the way of really really training. But I am really pretty psyched about the race. It’s way cool to have the course going through Cedar Point. It’s even cooler in my humble opinion to have it be across the causeway and to ‘run’ beside the lake.
I’m weird, I know.
I’m kind of a lot bummed because I’m probably going to be going all alone. Like when I started halves in Austin. Up at o-dark-thirty… drive my own butt to Sandusky and make sure I’m there before 6:30 because I know I won’t be going to packet pick up on Saturday (duh) and they already warn you of the long lines.
Starting line… alone… but I will have my music all ready…
I have to maintain about a 15 minute mile…
There are not very many water/aid stations along the way… Only six. There are usually stations every mile… That one worries me just a little. BUT there are also cookie stations and candy stations… so… I’m thinking that will probably help.
The causeway is supposed to be windy. I need to be sure I have enough batteries for my weather proof camera… and my ear muffies are on sufficiently tight…
I hope I cross in time… before the 12:30 close. I already can envision being incredibly demoralized by about mile 8. It’s not Disney… and I know I will be heading to a lonely finish line. I’m worried that my head will be worse at this one than it was at my last Austin one. At least at that one everyone was there and I knew I would find them somewhere even if I had to do it all alone. (turned out that I didn’t have to do it all alone… DS was there to walk me in and cheer me on again)…
I’m a little worried.
I’m a lot worried about the drive home. I don’t know what the weather will be. I don’t know how I will feel (I could be incredibly fine like I was for Disney… I could be incredibly horrible like I was for my first… and my last… Austin races). I will have to be sure I start a week long series of prednisone about mid week that week… just to be on the safe side.
I’m excited… I’m nervous… I’m back to doing something I really enjoy a lot… I wish I were dreading it less than I am.
A Figment Of Fitness 