The second go around is not as much about me being in awe of doing it, or letting the world know I am so I can work out those insecurities and jitters while seeking positive re-enforcement. As a matter of fact, I’m sort of awestruck four months of practice is already at an end. It went by so fast.
I am eyeballing less than a week until my second Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati, Ohio. On registration paper I will have skipped a whole year age-wise between this race and my last Pig. (Last year the race was a few short days before my 35th birthday. This year the race is a day after my 36th.)
Off paper, I gained a whole year of experience.
This year, physically, I feel better than a year ago. My leg has no chronic pain. I am pacing a bit faster. I have two 20+ miles long runs on the soles of my shoes.
I have blisters on my heels and wear compression sleeves on my calves. I have friends who push me, and I compete with in a friendly way.
My mindset on facing challenges and uncertainty continue to improve. Yes, I can.
I can come back from injury.
I can go out no matter what my mood.
I can continue to enjoy a run in almost any weather.
I can slow down, stop, or change my program as I need to and still feel ready race day.
I can actually listen to what my body tells me I need to do.
I can more readily accept my limits.
I can feel a sense of accomplishment setting my goals, finishing my race, and enjoying my run without comparing myself to others.
Some of this I learned last year in training. Some of this I thought I did. Some of it will probably continue to change, or more will be revealed as I’m out there, trying to finish another 26.2 miles on the same course I finished at 4 hours 11 minutes and 59 seconds last year.
I obviously hope to do better than last year. (3:45:00 maybe?)
In the end, I hope to just be happy and satisfied where ever I end up on race day. I am prepared to grow and change again after that.
“When you’re finished changing, you’re finished.” ~ Benjamin Franklin