Ok, I haven’t posted in over a week BUT I have been faithful in my running and sticking to a routine program of two days off and almost always the same two days off each week. This month I have run the most miles in one day that I have ever run and have successfully pushed the envelope further and further. I’m pretty sure I’m ready for this race. I feel really good about where I’m at and always am very happy when I’ve gone out and conquered a run, regardless of how far. I look back at where I was the summer of 2011 and even one step is a successful day. Sunday’s run was hard because it was a new route for me so the hills, although not harder than any I’ve run before, were new just the same. They felt hard. We planned the route so I would have several cut offs if I didn’t want to go the full 12…. bullshit! I’m not quitting. For a million reasons that mean nothing to anyone but me, I’M NOT QUITTING!!! Quitting means going back to a very dark and lonely place that nearly cost me a lot. I am going to do this race and inside my soul where no one can hear it, I’m going to shout “Fuck You! I did it and you can’t take it away from me!… You’ll never get me, you’ll never break me, you’ll never be anything more than a bad memory and you will never ever get close again”.
I’m strong and I’m my own kind of fabulous! Bring on my 13.1 Miles Baby!