I wasn’t nervous about running Boston this year. I wasn’t nervous about the course. I was planning on running this marathon like I’ve run the other 6. I was planning on replaying the same mantras in my head. That is, until I saw 85 degrees for the high that day. Then everything changed.
Now, I’m rethinking it all.
Adjusting my three goal times to something a little more heat-conscious. Adding some mantras like: Drink early, drink often. Taking my salt tablets a little more often. Hoping that spectators have wet paper towels, and taking as many as I can! Wearing sunscreen. Considering carrying water now.
The truth is, I’m still so freaking excited to go! And despite the weather, I’m going to run it the best I know how.
And then I’m going to hope that boyfriend throws ice chips at me when he sees me during the race.
Tomorrow, we leave!