Nothing ever really goes according to plan, does it? Perhaps I change the crib bedding on my registry six times. Maybe, at the last minute, I have to head for a C-section over a regular birth. In training, what if I realize I could run a sub-4:15 race instead of a sub-4:25 if I just step up my speed workouts? Or maybe I find that chocolate-flavored Gu and my digestive system are not going to be good friends on race day.
#4. Mini versions of myself have the I-can-do-this, no-I-can't argument in my subconscious, forcing many a sleepless night.
Visualizing the crowd at the finish line or the first car ride home with baby wrapped snugly in the infant seat can help. But not always. At various points in the 16- or 40-week "training" period, I feel alternately strong and weak, able and unable. I may or may not argue with my husband over being a stay-at-home or working mom. I may or may not argue with my husband if I'm really pushing myself on tempo runs.
#5. Strange cravings stage a mutiny over my taste buds, and I'm constantly hungry.
Slurping down Spaghettios? Check.
Stealing copious amounts of Starbursts from the candy dish? Yep.
Watching Paula Deen slathering oil on butter and coating it in beer batter and then deep-frying the whole thing? Sign me the eff up.
Whether it's the residual effect of a Sunday long run or the hunger that has struck me in the second trimester, food I would normally never eat can make a stronger comeback than Mickey Rourke.
There's a Finish Line at the end of it all; this much I know. While I now know what that place looks like after running two marathons, I have no idea what it'll look like in January.
It's a scary thing, but so is running a marathon. But I've done that, and I'll get to this next finish line in the same way - one day, one mile at a time.
I'm just really hoping Deee Lite will be make a cameo to push me through to the end.
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