Here are the things that are going through my mind about tomorrow:
- What should I eat for dinner tonight? Maybe I won’t eat anything so I’ll wake up hungry and have a big breakfast. If I throw up, people will probably have more sympathy on me when I slow down to walk and catch my breath on occasion.
- Most runners don’t have boobs. I do. Big ones. Even for a fat girl, they’re big. Where am I supposed to put this paper bib with my number on it? If I pin it to my upper chest it flaps up and down unless I put pins in the bottom too. But then you can only see the top half of the numbers. Plus it looks ridiculous, all curved around my breast shelf. I have about 5 inches of torso below the shelf, so there’s not really room for it there either. And I’m sure a sports bra and the uni-boob it gifts me with won’t make this issue any easier.
- What if I just...sleep through my alarm? It happens; people would understand. Jessica warned me that since I’ve already checked in it will say “no show” next to my name when they publicly report the times. Maybe I’d rather it say that in the newspaper than advertise my 18 minute miles.
- This should not be this big of a deal. There are plenty of people who run 3 miles or many more on a daily basis. If this is really hard for me, that’s my own fault and I have no reason to be worried or complain or think of this as some sort of accomplishment. Thanks for letting me unabashedly do all of the above.
- I’m really glad they gave me a t-shirt.
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