The Night Before the Race

Well, it's the night before the 5K and I'm getting anxious! I don't really know what to expect, so of course I am expecting the worst. I just can't wait for tomorrow to be over so that I can stop worrying about all the what if's that could happen.

A 5k may not seem like that big of a deal to some of you, but to me- it's uncharted territory. I've never done anything like this before. I've actually never done anything competitive in my life. I'll be running with Rob and my trainer, they're both coming to support me, which is nice. I'm partially embarrassed at the same time however. I know I will be slowly them down. My trainer of course can run faster and for greater distances than I can. As for my boyfriend, he was a Marine, he's done the distance running far too many times, and also he used to run competitively all through his school years and in high school. This is nothing new to him.

Part of me wishes I had just signed up alone and would be running it alone. I find it so hard to accept that there are people out there who are proud of me, for even the littlest of things I can accomplish. I find it strange that people want to support me, because quite simply, I'm not used to it. I've always sort of been my own rock, it's probably how I managed to lose weight and gain it all back 3 or 4 times.

Here's to tomorrow, whatever may come of it.