Race superstitions

It's that time of the month, so I'm very much feeling like, "BRING ME ALL THE CAKE AND CARBS!"

In other words, watch out world. I'm on a rampage.

I just want sugary, disgustingly bad-for-me food. And mass quantities of it.

This is how upset I was at my banana for not being a doughnut this morning:

But I'm trying really, really hard (meaning not at all) to eat as healthy and clean as I can over the next 2 weeks because come April 5th, I'll be running my 7th half marathon and I'm gonna need all the energy I can get for that course. It's been a looooong winter, my friends, and coming out of hibernation has not been easy.

Clayton recently asked me if I have any race superstitions, and that was a very good question. For my first several halfs I did:

I always had to eat pasta from Fazoli's the night before and I always had to have "The Sweet Escape" by Gwen Stefani playing as I crossed the starting line of the race.

I have no idea how either of those superstitions started, but since they appeared to work once, I just stuck with them ...

... until this past year. This past year, my new superstitions has become not having any superstitions because I believe it's reverse supersition to have a superstition.

Read that whole sentence again without going cross-eyed.

However, I did kind of come up with a pseudo-superstition of buying a new running outfit before all of my races, but that's been less of a superstition and more of an excuse to go shopping.

At exactly this time last year, I was feeling pretty stressed about running the Hoosier Half for the first time and honestly, I've almost completely forgotten about it this year. I mean, I consciously know that I'm training for a race, but it hasn't completely taken over my ever waking thought like it has in years past. I mean, I've barely mentioned it in any recent posts! I'm only consciously aware of the race when I'm doing my weekend long run and that's mostly because I'm like, "Why am I running this far again?" That's what running a full marathon will do for you: It makes everything seem way less dramatic.

Me almost a year ago to the day. I look TAN! We just got back from Florida.

My sister-in-law and I had a chat about this very thing a weeks ago when we enjoyed a long walk in the sunshine. We talked about how in the early stages of our running careers, running was everything. We lived and breathed by the running log and the minute per mile pace on our watches. We stressed and cried over runs gone bad and spent the night before big races tangled up in anxious knots. We're in agreement that both time and experience has brought us maturity and one giant chill pill. We approach running as a blessing, not as something that needs to be obsessed over and dissected. I'm happy for each day I run, no matter what the outcome. 

Has running taught you anything?