Faith>Fear

For my final long run before race day, I spent some time with Miles 15-26.2.  It took me awhile to find the motivation to get out and actually do it.  Fear started getting to me, but fear of what? Not finishing? Not doing as well or better than I did last year? It’s a grueling distance, but I’ve done it twice.  Mile 18 is where fear has met me during the last two marathons. That’s the place where doubt tries to get the best of me and where I ask myself, “What was I thinking? Why would anyone want to go through this?” I wanted to try to become friendly with the trouble spots before I see them again this Sunday.   I know where it’s going to be difficult, but I also know that I’ve done two dry runs of those areas this training season; I know I can run that part of the course and that it’s just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other and getting from this light post to the next one. I’m not allowing hindsight to get the best of me.  This week, I’m trying to focus as much as I can on the here and now, not on what has been or what could be.