I’m running a 5k tomorrow and I’m extremely nervous about it.
Maybe “nervous” isn’t the word. Maybe “anxious” is better.
So, I’m extremely anxious about it.
Anyway (and especially if you run), you’re probably thinking, “What’s the big deal? It’s just a 5k. Barely over three miles.”
That’s true, but the “big deal” is that after my father’s terminal cancer and death last fall, the holidays, the minus 10-degree weather we had this winter and spring, and trying to find some normalcy after all that, I didn’t start running “seriously” again until Monday.
That’s right: Monday. Less than a week ago.
Now, I’m not one of those people who enters races to beat others. I enter to beat myself — my own personal record (PR) — but that’s a whole ‘nother post.
However, after running for less than a week, it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.
Hence the extreme anxiety.
As I was expressing this anxiety to my beau yesterday, he gave me some of the best marathon advice I’ve ever received:
So what? Don’t worry about beating anything. Just go and have fun.
He’s right, isn’t he? I mean, sure, there are runners — professionals even — who are always in it to win it, and sometimes those of us who run to beat our own personal records really do want to beat our own personal records.
Yet, sometimes…sometimes, it’s just about getting out there and having fun.
Whether in life, sports, your job — sometimes it’s not about “winning” (whatever that might mean).
Sometimes it’s just about having fun.
I might beat my PR; I might not. Again, that’s a post for another day.
Either way, you can bet your ass I’ll have fun.