Twenty four hours to go and I will be lining up for a half marathon. It’s going to be a cold October morning barely above freezing. I’m kind of dreading this one but I can’t back down now after months of my big mouth trying to get people to come race the crip.
Thanks Dystonia! A few of my symptoms have been persistent lately and they are gonna make this rough. The trunkal symptoms make it tough to breathe and I have spent this week doing light runs trying to see if I could work it out with no luck. It don’t matter though because tomorrow I will still cross the starting line knowing I have a bigger challenge than usual and head for the finish line.
I’ll never win or do very good at any race. It’s ok though. One day I can look back fondlly remembering when I was a runner and had the time of my life.