On the eve of battle

Well the day has come. All the hard work had been done and foundation has been completed. The resting period that has been excruciating this week continues through the night, and tomorrow comes the day I have been waiting for.

After all of this, and the mental preparation, I am excited to see how it turns out. I feel like I have worked hard, put in many hours of training and sacrificed for it, to some degree. The goal has changed over time, as aspects of my life meant that the training didn't all happen as was hoped, and the ambitious goal I had set for this race has become unattainable save a miracle. I am okay with that, though - life happens and things can't always follow the path we want them too, especially one set so many months ago.

I am ready, though. I know that a PB is in my legs and in my heart. I know I can do it. I have been working on my mental focus especially these last couple weeks, and I think I am in a good place. Whle there have been niggles in these last few days, I think they are mostly in my head and pent up energy and anxiety. I know I can do it.

And though I travelled to Amsterdam by myself, will cross the start and finish lines by myself, and will travel back to London by myself, I am in no way alone. My loved ones are all with me, cheering me on and willing me forward. My dad is closer than normal, having made a great trip across the States all on his own to see his son and brothers. Just the amazing fact at he is able to do that, in body and mind, considering the state he was in ten short months ago is all the miracle I could ask for about now. And he is rooting for me, hoping that iwill have a great race and most importantly, have fun. I intend to do this - if it isn't fun at the end of the day, why do it?

So now I sit, on the eve of the big race, ready to run. Run like the Wind.