Treads and I ran a marathon in 2006. And then again in 2010. It seemed only incrementally fitting that we would run in 2014. In January, registering for the race in October sounded like a great idea. Even in April – with training set to start May 4 – the idea was still lively and exciting.
However, as the first ‘comeback run’ approached, enthusiasm gave way to doubt. Today was scheduled as the first three miles of 325.2 and frankly, to say I wasn’t sure of myself would be an understatement. Signing up for the autumn race seemed like a great idea in January but as today approached a familiar arch-nemesis swiftly rolled in like fog.
Doubt is a toxin that, if left to its own devices, will paralyze the host – and man does it take a lot of courage to outrun it. However, after getting up early and finishing the first uphill mile after a long hiatus at a solid pace in the cold when staying in bed this morning sounded so much better, there is only one thing to say to Doubt. Suck it.
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