I did it.
I signed up for a race.
No, not THAT race! So not ready for that next year.
A race I have done before, just down the street where I live. A nice little local 5K. Just 'cause...well..I kinda miss it.
I miss the little teensy butterflies when you fill out a registration form.
I miss watching very closely what I eat a few days before the race...thinking what will make the best fuel and what will help me go faster.
I miss that feeling you get at the start line--like anything could happen, which is a little scary and a little exciting and it takes your breath away, just for a second. And then, you catch it, because you need every breath you can get.
I miss the little bitty voice in my head that says, for those glorious, sweaty, breathless minutes, "Go...go....GOOOOOOOyoucangofasterthanthis!"
So, in a way, I'm not expecting much out of this little race, as far as my performance is concerned. It will just feel so good to be out there, with a number on my shirt and people around me and the pavement beneath my Brooks Adrenalines.
But in a way, I'm really expecting a lot.
I'm expecting to have a little excitement back.
Just a little teensy bit of what I felt almost 2 months ago. If I can JUST. HAVE. A. LITTLE. BIT.
Then it will be so worth it.