You'd think the second time around I'd learn from my past mistakes, but I'm just as ill-prepared if not worse off than I was in my sophomore year, which was when I decided to run a half marathon for fun. What was I thinking?
As horrifically unprepared as I am, I want to make the effort to prepare myself mentally and spiritually during these final 3 days. Physically, the training has been difficult. I don't know if it's because of my new sneakers or because I drastically changed my form in the past couple weeks, but my shins, ankles, and achilles are not happy with me right now. Nevermind my so-called nutritious diet...completely threw that out the window on day 2, which is the way everything always seems to pan out in my life. le sigh.
Nevertheless, I think it would be fitting to fast until my race which is on Saturday. Fasting a few things, literally, but more importantly, fixing my gaze upon what motivated me to sign up again in the first place. Why this idea of running a marathon is so significant to me and my belief in God. I need to regain focus and appeal to the one who can heal me and restore me in all the ways that I'm looking for right now and in all the ways past. From one angle, I'm pretty much screwed for this half marathon; I'm nowhere near ready, but I think that's the point.
