Last night: beasted a 5k with a crazy hill at the end and negative splits, including last mile at 7:41, all while ranting about the presidential debate for the majority of the run.
Only a few runs left before HM on Sunday.
My expectations for that race are now “don’t throw up”. I’m more nervous than I should be, probably. I registered for this like 7 months ago, it’s been such an abstract thought to me - “yeah half marathon, like 98 days away” but now it’s like… oh no, it’s in a few days. It’s really a real thing I have to show up for and be at… don’t get me wrong it’s all I want and I’ve been working really hard towards this it’s just absolutely terrifying now that it actually feels real. The first time I “went running” I couldn’t keep up a jog between two telephone poles. This is just very surreal!