Here comes the panic...

I dragged myself from my warm cocoon of bedding into the howling icy winds and went for a run today. The mantra in the back of my mind has been going for weeks: "you've got to get out there, you've gotta get back into training, every run you go on will make the distance easier..." and so on. But I've ignored these persistent nagging head-voices because it looked like rain. Or because I'd stayed up late. Or because I was sure I had something more important to do...surely...somewhere...oh, here we go, this sock drawer is a mess, sorting it is going to take all morning, no run today! But this morning I went and about half way through it hit me...what date is this?! I realised the Melbourne Marathon is less than two weeks away.

So here comes the panic. Only a few more days and then I half to make the half-marathon regardless of how prepared I am. But with that panic comes adrenalin, motivation, excitement, achievement, and eventually, victory!

I'm good with deadlines. I pack all the action into the last minute, but I'll usually make a deadline. So this next week is the last minute and now is the time for a new goal. A run (however brief or slow) for everyday from now until race day. That should do it.

Meanwhile, I'm going to visualise running into the MCG to finish the distance. I'm exhilarated and exhausted, surrounded by friends and family, happy that I've made it. Wondering why I was ever worried. That's my prophetic vision for Sunday week. Now all I have to do is make it come true.

P.S.
Thanks to all who have donated thus far. It gives me great strength and motivation to have your support. Big love xx