So tomorrow it begins...my feet have never before carried me as far as they will tomorrow. And from now on until September, my Saturdays will be full of uncharted territory.
I know I shouldn't really be nervous. After all, there's nothing really riding on me actually making it 14-16 miles tomorrow. If I have to walk a few steps, no one's life will be in danger. If I do 14 instead of 16, I won't have to pay anyone large sums of money. My children will have enough food to eat regardless of what pace I run.
So I need to take some deep breaths and remember that all is well, spending time talking to good friends is nothing to dread, and that if I'm too slow for Liz, I can just send her on her way. My iPod has a new This American Life episode, a downloaded audiobook and plenty of music, so I won't be lonely. And spending time alone with my thoughts would be welcome, too.
OK, mission accomplished. I'm feeling a little more zen about the whole "run a really long time tomorrow" thing. Now if I can only convince myself to go to bed on time...