Today begins my Daily What, which is where I write for ten minutes and post it. It might be thoughtful, it might be literary, it might be my kid just peed the bed and I feel overly responsible. (that last thing is true, but I’m working on letting it go).
Here’s what: I am running a race on Saturday morning: the Cape Cod Half Marathon. I had specific plans for this race. Run for “fun!” Run leisurely and socially and take pictures! It’s Falmouth, it’s peak foliage and I will be running with like a hundred-ish lovely women from the Another Mother Runner clan.
So that’s what I thought I would do - embrace the perfect occasion for a truly fun race. Don’t take it too seriously. As my coach said last night, “all anyone needs you to do is show up and not be an asshole.” Boy, do I love a low bar!!
But then the Reebok 10K happened a few weeks ago: the 10K of care deeply about the performance, care not at all about the finish time. I showed up to that start line with that attitude, with no heart rate monitor, and a watch displaying only altitude (for a flat race at sea level) and I got a better performance out of myself than I could have dared to imagine.
Can I do it again? Who knows. It might be a shitty day for all kinds of reasons, and if it is, I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. What I do know is that I spent four hours cooking yesterday, carefully preparing race week meals and putting them in jars and containers. Meal prepping on that level is my way of setting an intention, and I often don’t even become cognizant of that intention until I’m elbow-deep in a sinkful of dirty dishes and setting the Instant Pot to go for the third time. This week’s intention is to give myself what I need to show up to the start line happy, well fed, rested (that helps with the ‘not being an asshole’ part), and knowing that I did all the things I was willing to do to make it a great day.
Let’s see what happens.