14. 39. It seems like every double-digit I encounter lately scares me. Perhaps this is a personal issue I should have come to terms with before I signed up to do a marathon. 39 wasn't so bad, so I'm sure 14 will be just fine. It was an interesting day yesterday - my number 39. I had 6 voice mail messages that included personal renditions of "happy birthday". I think people really must love me or...maybe they don't? :-)
I didn't do 2 of my short runs this week - trying to heal shin splints before tomorrow. I did do some crosstraining though, nothing that included a knife, fork, or cake however. My friend Stacey is joining me for half of my 14 mile run tomorrow. I'm so excited! She keeps telling me that she's not in long-run/marathon condition and I keep reminding her that I'm not the speed racer that she is either. She has quite the (good) reputation amongst the local running circle. 7-8 miles at my pace will probably be like a jog around the block for her.
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face... The danger lies in refusing to face the fear, in not daring to come to grips with it... You must make yourself succeed every time. You must do the thing you think you cannot do." - Eleanor Roosevelt
Numbers...are just numbers.
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