Since I'm a procrastinator, I still have a lot to do before I leave for Boston. Here are a few of the things I am doing to get ready:
Updating my playlist. There's a good chance I'll just put this song on repeat all 26.2 miles (the video is just an awesome little bonus for you):
Getting notes from my girls. Ellie wrote one of hers over a week ago and held off until Tuesday to give it to me. There have been others written since, and I'm guessing there will be more. I get instructions with each note whether or not it is supposed to go with me to Boston.
Randomly putting things I need to pack in a pile on my desk.
Going to lunch with the two girls who help keep my head on right. Of course Megan brought a "good luck" surprise. I'll be painting my nails this color ASAP. It has kind of become a tradition/good luck charm to paint my nails with the new polish she gives me before my races. And because the picture doesn't do it justice: ROLL = Tootsie rolls; EXTRA = Extra Gum; NAIL = Nail polish. Yes, Megan is pretty much the best.
Getting a pedicure. Goodbye calluses, hello Boston toes.
Rocking my compression sleeves. My stress/anxiety/taper madness has decided to settle in my lower left leg. Not just my calf or my shin; the whole lower leg. It is almost better because otherwise I would be having flashback anxiety about a stress fracture repeat of last year, but I really think it is just my body temporarily freaking out because I'm subconsciously stressing about the race and consciously trying to rein in the anxiety I always have before leaving my girls. It makes it both easier and harder that they will be with Scott while I'm gone. Easier because there are less things to worry about and it keeps some of my extra crazy anxieties at bay, but harder because he won't be with me to talk me down when it starts to spiral.
Updating my playlist. There's a good chance I'll just put this song on repeat all 26.2 miles (the video is just an awesome little bonus for you):
Getting notes from my girls. Ellie wrote one of hers over a week ago and held off until Tuesday to give it to me. There have been others written since, and I'm guessing there will be more. I get instructions with each note whether or not it is supposed to go with me to Boston.
Randomly putting things I need to pack in a pile on my desk.
Going to lunch with the two girls who help keep my head on right. Of course Megan brought a "good luck" surprise. I'll be painting my nails this color ASAP. It has kind of become a tradition/good luck charm to paint my nails with the new polish she gives me before my races. And because the picture doesn't do it justice: ROLL = Tootsie rolls; EXTRA = Extra Gum; NAIL = Nail polish. Yes, Megan is pretty much the best.
Getting a pedicure. Goodbye calluses, hello Boston toes.
Rocking my compression sleeves. My stress/anxiety/taper madness has decided to settle in my lower left leg. Not just my calf or my shin; the whole lower leg. It is almost better because otherwise I would be having flashback anxiety about a stress fracture repeat of last year, but I really think it is just my body temporarily freaking out because I'm subconsciously stressing about the race and consciously trying to rein in the anxiety I always have before leaving my girls. It makes it both easier and harder that they will be with Scott while I'm gone. Easier because there are less things to worry about and it keeps some of my extra crazy anxieties at bay, but harder because he won't be with me to talk me down when it starts to spiral.
How exciting!! Good luck!
ReplyDeleteYou are going to do awesome. Enjoy it. You are in my thoughts and prayers. Love you Candice!!
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