I’ve worked myself into a bit of a stress about this sub 50 min 10k. I wish I hadn’t, but I have. There you go.
It’s all very well saying “You’ll be fine…you’ll do it”, or “Don’t worry, you’ve nothing to prove, if it’s not this race, you’ll do it next time.” Part of me believes both those things too. But I’m not burning with certainty.
If you ask me to my face, I’ll keep it light. Tell you it’s going to be a close run thing. That it will be tough, but I’m ready and excited. And all that’s true as well.
I also know that I get like this. And that it’s daft. And that it all comes out in the wash. But I usually keep it to myself.
So I’m hoping that writing this, acknowledging it, putting it out there means I can draw a line under it. That I can pick up my positive public persona and run with it, without feeling like I’m wearing a mask.
This isn’t about seeking encouragement, advice or sympathy. It’s just me, writing something out, banishing the wee grey demons, doing what I can to make sure the next time I run, it’s with a smile on my face and in my heart.