Happy Monunemtal Half Marathon Eve!

In less than 24 hours I will be standing in a corral waiting for the Indianapolis Monumental Marathon and Half Marathon to begin! Seriously, I feel like a child impatiently waiting for Christmas morningI just want it to get here already!

Clayton and I drove north to the race expo last night to pick up my packet and I have to say, I'm a little disappointed we chose to go on the first night. I typically go to packet pick-ups on Fridays when the convention center is bustling with activity and hundreds of excited runners, but this year I couldn't because Clay has class tonight and we wouldn't make it on time. We arrived at the expo about an hour and a half before closing and there were maybe a hundred people milling around the booths.

But I guess the good news is that my total wait time in line for my race bib was less than 30 seconds. That was a nice perk. I gathered my goodies, activated my bib for time chipping and we were ready to leave within 5 minutes of arriving. Less than impressed with this years' selection of vendors (although I did see about a dozen half marathons I want to try!), I only stopped at one booth and made a quick purchase that was so perfect for me, it would have been virtually impossible not to buy it.

I can't wait to get this magnet on my car, but I won't slap it on my bumper until after the race because I don't want to jinx anything. But seriously, I feel like I'm notorious for losing toenails before, during and after race training. Almost the second I cross the finish line at any half marathon, I can feel the bruises under my nails forming. 

In fact, just last Friday, I was walking around the office and could feel the sting of a split or broken nail on my right baby toe. When I got home from work, I pried my boot off my foot and noticed that it wasn't a hang nail so much as the entire nail dangling precariously from my foot. In horror I yanked the nail off completely (don't worry, it was totally painless) and in was in such shock that I immediately went to check my other foot to see if the left baby toenail was okay.


I yanked off my other boot and the left little toe nail simply fell off into my hand.

What are the odds of my two baby toenails falling off within a minute of each other? That must be some kind of crude world record.

Disgusted, I called Clayton immediately. "Both of my baby toe nails just fell off with absolutely no warning. Both of them! AT THE SAME TIME!," I shouted into the phone, breathlessly. "Why do I have the world's ugliest feet!?"

"Calm down, honey. It's okay," Clayton consoled. "Just be thankful it's only your feet and no one pays attention to them. I mean, because if your face looked like your feet, you'd most definitely be single right now."

Always helpful, that one.

So yes, this car magnet is muy apropiado.

After the expo, we walked to the Circle Centre mall for a quick bite to eat which entailed Chik-Fil-A for the hubs and a massive Subway sandwich for me. Afterwards, Clayton treated me to a chocolate-covered banana because I successfully convinced him I was in desperate need of potassium (with rainbow sprinkles!).

That does it for me today! I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been a complete basket case since Monday, but now that the race is just one day away, I feel like I'm on the brink of an anxiety attack. I don't know why. This isn't my first rodeo. This is my fifth half marathon, my second time running this particular race, and I know what to expect. I think I piled so much pressure on my shoulders because I am desperate to redeem myself from May's 500 Festival Mini Marathon. I'm scared of getting sick again. Scared of feeling week. I have such high hopes tomorrow that I am terrified of crumbling beneath the weight of my own expectations.

Wow, I just re-read that paragraph and I totally want to punch myself in the face. SIMMER DOWN, GIRL.

Clayton had to have a come-to-Jesus talk with me just this morning in which he bluntly said, "It's just a race. Not the end of the world."

Oh gosh, can you imagine how I'll be this time next year before a FULL marathon?

He's right. Deep breaths, Courtney. It's just 13.1 miles. No biggie. You're prepared for this. You put in the work. Now enjoy the rewards of that hard work. May's mini is in the past. We're moving on.

Maybe having less toe nails will make me faster?