This is how I center myself: I have trained. This body of mine has 26.2 miles to give. Even if I sprain my ankle at the starting line and cannot continue, the fact remains that I could finish even if I never start.
26.2 is in me.
Once again, my pre-race-courage-giving poem:
ATHLETE GROWING OLD
By Grace Butcher
The caution is creeping in:
the step is hesitant
from years of pain;
a soft grunt bends the body over,
and straightens it.
The skin loosens; everything moves
nearer the ground.
To overcome the softening,
the yearning toward warmth,
she exercises,
makes her muscles hard,
runs in the snow,
asks herself when she is afraid,
“What would you do now if
you were not afraid?”
She listens for the answer
and tries to be
like that person who speaks,
who lives just outside
all her boundaries
and constantly calls her
to come over, come over.
4 comments:
Good luck! I know that you can do it!
Good luck! You are a superstar and will finish strong! Just be glad that it won't be 95 at race time!
Ah, I love that "Athlete Growing Old" poem so much! And remember the wise words of Sally Edwards...
"...It takes greater courage and commitment to get to the starting line than to get to the finish line. Once the starting gun sounds, your body goes into autopilot. That's what you trained it to do, and it happens. As you will see, the test is not getting to the finish line, it's getting to the starting line."
You definitely have this in you! I hope your experience is amazing from start to finish!
Congrats on finishing! And with such a great time, I am so impressed! Hope you can walk comfortably (or go down stairs) soon! Woo hoo!!!!
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