As horrifically corny as the song is, I find myself humming it daily as the Twin Cities Marathon approaches.   I have done all the hard work. I have gotten up at 5am to meet the speedsters in GGP. I have taken ice baths when the freezing San Francisco wind is howling outside. I have written apology emails to my boyfriend and roommate for my inexcusable grumpiness and I am still paying off my credit card for all the Whole Foods shopping. Nutritonal awareness is NOT cheap these days!
As I mentioned in my last entry, I have needed a ton of support from others to get me to this point. Their additions have been priceless and much appreciated. However, despite their aid, I have had trouble focusing and “digging deep” to fire up my competitve juices. Without a real answer as to why this has been happening, I decided to face my last few workouts alone. In solitude, with my watch and the track as companions, I have slowly been finding myself. Maybe the sound of my own heart and breathing has helped me remember that this race is up to ME. I alone will make it a great day, or a day I will not care to remember.

I am ready, as a master of my trade, to create my great piece of artwork on October 4th. I am ready to express all the training I have done.
In the Final Countdown, I am harnessing this energy and thinking positively.