Within the next 24 hours, I’m going to wake up a before the sun, line up with 10,000 runners, and give it my all for 21.1 km. God willing, in the next 24 hours I’ll knock something off my bucket list and live to blog the tale.
I’m a crazy mixed bag of emotions right now. At the top: nervous. It’s hard to discern what I’m so anxious about. I’ve already run the race length a few times in training. But still, I’ve got that uneasy feeling that’s hard to shake.
To manage my nerves, I’m focusing on preparation. I washed my shoes, laid out my race-day gear (unless I change my mind again), and before bed, I’ll wrap my Clif Blok chews in Saran Wrap and stretch. I hope that I can actually sleep tonight, but considering I’ve tossed and turned even just before my long training runs, chances are slim. And that’s OK. I can do this on little sleep. I can do it with any little aches and pains that crop up. I can do it if I forget sunscreen or Body Glide (though I really hope I don’t). I just need to remind myself that if things don’t go according to plan, it doesn’t mean game over. “Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?” That’s a Bible verse I remind myself of often, and no matter how spiritual you are, it makes a valid point. Worrying doesn’t change anything. It just kills your vibe.
On the total other end of the spectrum, I’m also feeling pretty amped up. I’ve made it to Vancouver, and the city is buzzing with Seawheeze excitement. Runners lined up at 9:30 a.m. yesterday to get into the pop-up store, packed with limited-edition Lululemon pieces, that only opened at 7 a.m. today. Everyone’s excited, and it’s rubbing off on me.
What’s making me most psyched though? The Olympics. During the countdown to Rio, I was feeling sort of meh about it all, mostly stressing to pump out enough Olympics stories for the site (check them out below!) But when I tuned in last Sunday night to watch Penny Oleksiak win her first individual medal, I was hooked right away, and admittedly blubbery when she looked back at the scoreboard and realized she silvered. And with every headline proclaiming another Canadian prize—we’re at eight as I write this, and all won by women no less—I’m again moved to that might-tear-up feeling. Sorry, just holding back a sneeze, guys.
It’s incredible to see what these athletes have trained their bodies and minds to do. If they can manage their nerves on that crazy, international stage, surely I can handle a little 21.1 km.
Good luck to all the other runners!
Catch up with Caitlin:
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 1
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 2
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 3
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 4
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 5
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 6
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 7
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 8
Caitlin’s Marathon Training Diary — Week 9