This is me this morning. FREAKING MY YOU-KNOW-WHAT out because I got the email that I have officially gotten into the lottery to Broad Street Run (10 miles, Center City in Phila. The run everyone does if you live in Philly and call yourself a runner.)
Oh and yes, you read that right – you have to apply to a lottery to be ACCEPTED to go and run your butt off for 10 miles. Pretty funny when you think about it.
So I registered a few weeks ago and waited. And I’ve been pretty calm thus far. Doing my thing at the gym, thinking, yup, if I get in, I can do this.
But today I got the email and I’m officially having a mini freak out. I know in my head that I can do it. While I haven’t run more than 6 miles at one time – EVER – I have been running regularly for most of my adult life. And the last few years I’ve been doing 3-5 miles a couple times a week. According to everything I’ve read, I’m good to go. If I take the next few weeks to train right, I’ll be fine.
But excuse me while I spend the day having my HOLY SH*T moment over the fact that I’ll be getting up at the butt crack of dawn to go downtown, cram onto a road with 40,000 other people and WILLINGLY run for 10 miles.