The time has come...it's race weekend. Here are a few thoughts before I zone into pre-race carb-load mode....
The Nissan Health and Fitness Expo this morning was a perfect blend of peace and positive stir. There is something about Miami Beach in the morning that's magical anyway...before Lincoln Road fills with shoppers, and before Washington Avenue is riddled with bicycles and Vespas and neon shirts. There's something "fitnessy" in the air, before 10 a.m., when the crowd is more of a health-inspired, seize-the-day kind of crowd.
I'm starting to feel at home with that crowd.
The Expo was buzzing with runnerly excitement, and the people that work there must have eaten endorphin-cakes this morning topped with marshmallow perfectness. The guy who handed me my bib said, "WOA, orange. Going for the full this year. Watch out." I told him it was my first. He told me I looked ready. I walked away feeling ready.
And that's the beauty of the words we say to each other.
I am ready. And so are so many of the good people I know. They're not just ready in their muscles and joints. They're ready in the heads. I have friends making posters and signs, coming to cheer and take photographs for almost five hours straight. I know people who are cooking pre-race dinners for a whole squad of runners. I know people who are running their first half marathons tomorrow, or their second half marathons tomorrow. And I know people who are sleeping in, but that cheered me on and encouraged me again and again over the last few months. I'm so ridiculously glad to know these people -- the ones who say, "You can do this," and they mean it.
Thank you. All of you. Thank you more than a thank you can do.
To everyone running a race this weekend: Good luck and go with your flow. To everybody cheering: You're making running the amazing sport that it is.
Now let's do this!
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