The Half Marathon is tomorrow and I definitely have the pre-race jitters.
I love them and hate them at the same time.
I love them because they remind me of league final basketball games, packing to leave for college, and the night before my wedding. Those are the jitters that mean something wonderful is about to happen. Something exciting or amazing.
I hate them because they also remind me of sitting in the dentist chair, watching my husband leave on deployment to Iraq (twice), and being told by a doctor that he has something very important to tell us. Those are the jitters that mean something terrible is about to happen. Something scary or sad.
Yet good jitters, bad jitters, or no jitters...
Life keeps happening.
Games won (and lost), college finished, wedding vows said, cavities found (and fixed), deployments over (for now), and races started and...
some never finished. Not in this life anyway.
Tomorrow I will run and I hope that I run well. But even after 13.1 miles my race will not be over.
Its just beginning.
I guess that is why I have the jitters. It is going to be a really long race.
But these are the good jitters. Something wonderful is going to happen. Something exciting and amazing. This might just turn out to be the best race ever.
And the half marathon?
I'll let you know how that goes too.