The night before the half marathon and I'm not feeling too happy. First of all my Mum normally makes a big meal for someone in the family if they have an important sporting event the next day but did she plan anything special for me? No. Did she cook veal which is the only meat I hate? Yes. So I decided to cook myself a nice lean steak to have with pasta because I haven't had red meat in a long time and feel like I really need it, after it had been cooked my cat decided to eat it. Great. I end up eating this disgusting veal drenched in cheese as well as pasta.
My friends won't wait at the finish line tomorrow morning because it's 'too early' at 8:20am on a Sunday and my best friend is going on a trip somewhere with her boyfriend. Thank god I have a running partner who believes in me and has a few iron man competitions underneath his beat. He called me this afternoon absolutely thrilled to tell me he's got the new thing for his shoe that tells him how fast he's going and that he'll keep my pace consistant the whole time so I can aim for under 2 hours. I also recieved a phone call from my personal trainer who's in Germany at the moment to see how I'm going and to wish me good luck, it seems like only two people care. My sister also won't wait at the finish line because she wants to do a spin class, good for her thanks for the support.
Tomorrow I will use all of this as motivation to do my best, I love to run and sometimes I feel that running is all I have when everyone and everything else in my life lets me down. Not only can I run, I can run far distances and I do it well because I believe in myself. Tomorrow I will finish in under 2 hours and I will be so proud of myself. In the end we only have ourselves.