It’s a Mental Meanderings Monday and let me tell you, today I am all over the map. Not literally. I did take a long walk that covered a bit of the map of Herkimer, but that’s neither here nor there. Or rather, that was here and there. Oh dear, I am not making much sense today.
The fact is, the Boilermaker is a mere five days away and I am NERVOUS. Here’s now nervous I am: I just hit something and erased what I had just typed in. As I tried to get it back, I thought, really, no big whoop, it was a dumb paragraph. I can write something better. Then I got it back and thought, waste not, want not (a favorite saying of mine).
It’s just pre-race jitters, a perfectly normal phenomenon. All I have to do is get to the race and start running and I’ll be fine. Well, there’s one problem right there: I have to get to the race. I keep telling myself: it’s not a problem: Steven will drop me off. So why do I still feel nervous? OK, try not to dwell on it. Drink some water.
There’s another problem: am I hydrated enough? I keep drinking water, with an occasional break of Gator Ade or seltzer with lemon. OK, I drank coffee this morning. Two and a half cups. I’m sure that’s too much. And I probably should not have had that wine yesterday. It is kind of a thing with me to enjoy a glass or two of white wine on a Sunday, but I suppose one ought to forgo these things a week before the Boilermaker.
Well, I can’t help the coffee and wine I already drank, can I? I can’t help the sprints I didn’t run; it’s too late now. As a matter of fact, I think I did train enough to run 15 Ks. My last few runs have felt really good. Maybe not for the whole run, but for a good part of it. Perhaps I could have run more and would feel even better now, but all things considered (you know, like being middle-aged and having a life plus the changeable Mohawk Valley weather), I think I did OK.
So I guess this is my post for the day. I’ve blathered on for almost 400 words about my foolish nerves. I’d like to feel I’ve gotten it out of my system. I have rehearsal tonight for Roxy, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre. Perhaps tomorrow I could take a day off from All Boilermaker All The Time and write about that.