I am running around like a chicken with its head cut off. For real.
Yep, my trip to Richmond somehow got sandwiched between work trips to DC and Boston, so I’ve decided to go ahead and panic because I’m really good at that. Packing? For 6 days? With work clothes? And regular clothes? And race clothes?
But, even though I’ve been running around and worrying for the last 2 days, I realized this morning that I can buy anything I forget, so there’s no real reason to worry.
Despite that, I hadn’t thought of that yet on Monday, so I went ahead and freaked out when my feet got a telltale pain in them during my run. Yep, my shoes are shot. Those of you who put heavy mileage on your running shoes know exactly what I mean, right? Suddenly, one day your shoes are just done. I should have thought of this before, I don’t know, 5 days before my race, but that would have been too easy. So I rushed home, jumped on the Running Warehouse website, and prayed to God that my new kicks would arrive before I leave today. They promise 2nd day air, and I checked the tracking info and they’re already out for delivery, so here’s hoping!
Oh, and I realize that you’re not supposed to wear new shoes for a race, but I would rather risk new shoe pain than old shoe pain. Plus, my feet love every pair of Adidas running shoes I’ve ever purchased, so I’m not too worried.
And in the interest of positivity amongst all this chaos, today, I’m happy with the fact that I can handle all of this! I’m not having a meltdown, I’m not (totally) freaking out, I’m just taking it in stride and trying to enjoy the ride. Afterall, I have a great job that I’m good at, a race I’m crazy excited about, and seeing my BFF tomorrow to look forward to!
I tend to panic first, but usually I can pull myself together. Usually.