So here I am. It’s race day – ready or not.
It’s quiet and dark at 5:00 am when I drag myself from the bed and wish the coffee IV drip was connected.
After a nice long shower I start to feel like a human being. I was supposed to be on my way already, but I’m not. It’s early, I haven’t trained enough, my legs are going to fall off and I’m going to die today.
“No, You aren’t” I said to myself, getting startled by the sound of my own voice.
I know I’m not going to die, I know I’ve been training my ass off, but it doesn’t matter. I’m nervous and psyched. Where the hell is the coffee. I don’t want to wake Jeanne and I really need to get going, I’ll buy some on the way.
The plan is to catch the PATCO speedline and walk to the starting line. I do a quick search to check the schedule.
5:30 – 30 minutes between trains, 20 minutes to reach the final stop – 16th and Locust. If I leave now it could take me 50-60 minutes just to reach 16th and Locust followed by a 20 minute walk to the starting line.
Shit.
Guess I’m driving. If I park at my garage on 8th and Chestnut I can walk the 2 miles in 30 minutes.
another check to make sure I got everything – not like I’m traveling heavy – I prepared everything the night before. Chapstick, Iphone, headphones, armband to hold iphone, headband – some cash.
I’ve been up for 45 minutes and desperately need some coffee. I stopped by Wawa on the way and got a 16 oz cup of warm love.
The rest of the drive was uneventful. Just need to stick to the plan, be calm, run my race.
I’m parking my car at 6:00 am and begin the walk…
