That's pretty much all that's going through my mind now that the Liverpool Rock'n'Roll Half Marathon is almost here.
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| Looks like this is really happening. |
That and a whole list of worries including:
- What if I just can't do it?
- What if my knee gives out (it's been giving me a bit of gip)?
- What if I fall over?
- What if I have a wardrobe malfunction?
- What if I have an explicable need to go to the toilet?
- What if I somehow miss a route marker and get completely lost?
And the list gets longer and longer the closer I get.
The first is definitely the most prominent - what if I just can't do it? I've done just over 15km in training and a half marathon is 21k. Maybe I'm woefully underprepared. Maybe I was lazy and slapdash with my training. Maybe I haven't thought nearly enough about my nutrition (last night's Domino's counts as good carbo-loading right?). Maybe I should have got my knee properly looked at. Maybe it's all going to go totally tits-up.
But enough of the relentless worrying, it's too late to turn back now. I travel up to north Wales tonight to stay with a friend before tomorrow's painfully early start and trip over to Liverpool. The day is almost here and although my primary feeling right now is simply sheer terror, I must admit I'm also incredibly excited. I've read so many race reports of half marathons and now it's finally my turn. I'm running a half marathon!
So maybe it will all go wrong. Or maybe, just maybe, it will work out.
Please keep your fingers crossed for me!
Harris x
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