I know, I know, visualize, think positive thoughts, see yourself at the finish line, choose your mantra, go to your special place... I know all that, but still, the self doubt! The self-doubt. Where does it come from? It's not healthy. It robs from what should be a life altering experience. As I alluded to in Jen's blog the other day we runners need to keep things in perspective. We are so goal focussed that we can't see the forest for the trees. We become focussed on time, on being better, faster, stronger. We lose sight of what it's really all about; a celebration of life and an affirmation of good health.
That was my sensible, feminine side talking. The testosterone soaked man-brain still seeks the elusive sub-four hour marathon. My PB is 4:10 and change so a few seconds shaved here would be acceptable, and I'd settle in a pinch for 4:30 and a cold beer, but still the 3:59:59 haunts me. The course profile is generally down hill and the temps should be coolish so all things considered, I'm feeling good.
But most of all I'm feeling luck; lucky to be alive, lucky to have my health, and lucky to have your support! I'll do my best to write a couple more reports before race day. Stay tuned.
You know it... it's a great day to be alive.