Before you race, you must pick up your bib, which is more of a piece of paper with a chip implanted in it; this is to record your time. We leisurely went down to the CNE grounds to pick up our bibs at about 3pm. We figured we had the whole day ahead of us and surprisingly for us, we had nothing on the agenda for that day so we thought leisure and calm was the best way to be pre race day, until Paul decided he needed a new pair of running shoes for the race. The day before the race! Who does that? Who buys a pair of new running shoes the day before running 21.4 kilometers??? Well I guess we do. As we headed to 2 different Running Rooms, why two?; well after seeing that Paul's shoes would cost us $160 (and they weren't even cute 7.5 slingbacks) we decided to go to the outlet store, which was closer to the downtown location we were in the first place. So we dragged our kids (again) through a 20 kilometer drive, in a downpour of a day and headed to the outlet store; which was closing in 35 minutes. And to the kids credit they were troopers that day.
After we picked up our shoes (yes I decided to buy a pair too); I mean seriously I was in a shoe store, how could I resist? Sorry, after the shoe store, I though maybe we should have some pasta, after all carb loading the day before a race is not a bad idea, except I wanted Greek food. So I had the saltiest Greek food and washed it down with a side of chocolate toffees (because that is what the demon monsters at the marathon depot put in our marathon kits).
The point of all this food talk is to mention that I was so nervous about this marathon; that I didn't train by running, I didn't mention that did I, I ate my weight in chocolate (emotional eater remember). I had the confidence in my training that I knew I was going to do fine, but there was that little voice. The voice that creeps up once in a while. The one that sometimes gets reiterated by the nay-sayers. You know the one!
My training was unconventional to running and runners. Instead of spending countless hours outside running (which I love but was unable to do), and countless hours on a treadmill, (which I can't stand to do for more than minutes); I did what I train. Not to sound like a self endorsed commercial, but I did High Intense Interval Training with plenty of Strength Training to boot.
I know, how can you do a half marathon without actually going outside and running. Maybe it was the ample strength training mixed with the loads of extra cardio that got my endurance to par. Maybe it was the adrenaline of seeing the thousands of people running for the same test of being. Or maybe it was the belief in myself, the positive self talk that got me through all the that kilometers of dark ash pavement.