Prayers, Chants, a Running Dance . . . Anything, just help me!

Yep, the big day is tomorrow (with a follow-up day on Saturday). The “R” word . . . RAGNAR. Okay, how do I keep my stomach from doing flip-flops everything I say “Ragnar.” Oops, there it goes again.

Ay, yi, yi . . . Am I really going to do this? 13.1 miles stretched out into 3 legs of the race over a two day period . . . Really? Back in October when they asked me, I really should have thought about it a little more before I said “Sure.” Really, I should have.

The other day,  Scott asked if I wanted to do the 2011 race (teams that signup to do so, this weekend, are guaranteed to run the race next year). Umm . . . I haven’t run this year’s yet, why would I commit to doing next years when just the idea of this year’s scares me? I need to run one first to see if I have it within me to cheat death.

No, I don’t think I will say yes to next year’s race. I’m good. I think I am still at the 5K level. My hopes and dreams do not include running marathons, or even half marathons ,or even a half of a half a marathon. There are people who truly enjoy that kind of thing—pushing their bodies to the limit.

Me? Well, my body really hates the idea of being pushed. My body is like, “Hey, what’s the hurry? Why must we do this? Let’s finger paint.”

I don’t need to climb a mountain. I don’t need to run from one ocean to another (sounds delightful though) or throw myself off a cliff to find enjoyment within my life. I’m good. My sense of success comes from other things. I am not a thrill seeker or a finder of bodily pain. No, I’m not (I’m a finder of comfort and relaxation—a finder of massages and pedicures).

Tomorrow is it. The big “R” word. I take a deep breath. I will walk/run my buns off. Everyone says it’s going to be fun, but I’m not sure how that is possible. At this point, I will have to take their word for it.

Please pray for me. Actually, I am open to all religious dominations and beliefs at this point. If you have an in by chanting or performing a running dance or such, I’m all for it. No black magic. I must draw the line at the dark Lord . . . though, I was slightly temped to include him as well. (Just kidding. I was going for the joke. Satan sucks.)

Remember me. Just know that  I could use all the help I can get.