Thursday, April 29, 2010


Confession: I am petrified about running Broad Street this weekend.

My 8-miler really did go well, with no post-run fallout. And thanks to Steph at The Bright Side, I have some buddies to run with on Sunday. And it's not like I haven't done this before.

But I'm still so nervous that I'm going to injure myself. No matter how many times I tell myself that I'm going to be conservative, and stretch my hips regularly, and walk the second I feel like I need to -- I'm worried that I'm going to be my normal stupid self, and "push through" because I feel like I "should." And end up unable to walk down the stairs for weeks.

I'm being silly. At least, I think I am.

I skipped P90X plyo last night, reasoning that (1) jumping up and down repeatedly is not going to help my let's-not-injure-my-knee goal, and (2) Sunday's race will be more than enough cardio to make up for it. I was going to hop on the Hamster Wheel of Death (aka elliptical) with my new Fitness magazine instead, but that didn't happen.

Sigh. So nervous. So silly of me. I figure that once I pick up my packet, I'll be stuck -- since I can't really wear the shirt without running the race, right? And I can't bring in my bib to add to my display here at work either, right?

Yeah. I'd be a real poseur then.


  1. You are going to do great!!! Good Luck!

  2. haha, "hamster wheel of death". do you not like the elliptical?

  3. Do not give it a moment's worry. Worrying is like praying for something bad to happen. You'll do great even if you do walk a bit and you will so proud of yourself! Go girl!