My race is in sixteen days. My packing list is written. I have new batteries for my head lamp, and I'm digging out my reflective accents. My race starts in the dark, and the website promises I'll run out of streetlights before the sun comes up. That is cool, but I'm a little scared. And also a little excited. And also ready for this to be finished. I'd like my weekends back. And I'd like to do more with my bike than look longingly at it from afar as I lace up my sneakers for yet another walk.
I usually hit this point earlier in my training, sulk for a little bit, and then return to my training plan with renewed enthusiasm. Two weeks before the race seems like a lousy time to lose my motivation. But I've got some other goals for 2013, and I'd like to get on with them now.
But I'm waiting. And resting. And eating (good Lord, the eating. I am always hungry). And alternately sitting on ice, or heat, or a baseball, hoping I can work out the knots in my hip/glute and get safely to the starting line. I am ready. Now if Jan. 20 would just hurry up and get here.