Tomorrow is my last long run before the half marathon race the next weekend.
I should be running 10 miles, but because of an injury, I'm settling for 9 miles and praying that the last 4.1 miles (on race day) will emerge out of sheer will.
Last year, I decided that 2012 would be the year of Kelly...the year that I would call out fear and replace it with effort, that I would invest in me so that I could better invest in my family, that I would reconnect with my body to feel my adrenaline, my sweat, my endorphins, my sexiness and beauty. And nearly four months into the year, so far, so good.
My strategy on race day is to have a rocking play list that includes lots of my favorite strong, female artists and to run and run and run...not to make any personal records, but simply to finish strong. And when I reach mile 9, I plan to dedicate the last four to the people who have encouraged me the most...the first for my husband, the second for my son, and the last two for my daughters.
I imagine my words will be something like...if I thanked you daily, it would not be enough. Thank you for loving me, for guiding me, for believing in me, and for allowing me to be your partner and your mama. My heart is full. My body is exhausted. And, my soul is swelling with love. We did it.