This weekend, I’ll be running in my third half marathon. Should be like clockwork by now, right? Nope. You sir, are so wrong. It’s only Tuesday, and my mind has already been to the Grand Canyon and back (You know, like that time Sheldon Cooper channels The Flash). In case you’re wondering, here’s what goes through a runner’s mind just days before a big race.
- Get OUT of your head.
- Don’t forget to pack your Glide. Nobody wants to walk around Disneyland for two days with chafed thighs.
- Drink lots of water… who cares how many times you get up from your desk. Co-workers are NOT, I repeat, NOT judging you, nor keeping track.
- When can I have a burrito?
- Put DOWN the wine glass.
- Be sure to print out your race waiver for packet pick-up.
- Don’t miss your plane.
- What time is my flight again?
- Charge your fitbit.
- It’s only 13 miles… which at your pace is about two hours. It’s only two hours. Then… churros.
- Don’t you dare wear high heels this week.
- Charge ALL THE THINGS.
- You’ve done it before.
- Just think… in two weeks, you’ll have to run FOURTEEN miles.
- In four weeks, SIXTEEN!
- Do I have enough GU? Maybe I should buy one more.
- What if my new socks are the wrong socks? Should I bring two back-ups?
- Do I need a brand new sparkly headband, too? No, Darth Vader would not approve of sparkly things.
- Maybe I should add this song to my playlist JUST IN CASE it gets stuck in my head. Who wants to run 13 miles with the same song stuck in their head?
- Ooooh… my foam roller is calling my name. So is an Epsom bath. And spaghetti.
- May the Force Be With You. Then… churros.
Is this list final? Probably not. Like I said, it’s only Tuesday. But there’s so much to think about for something that I know I can do, something I’ve done before and something I’m excited about. RELAX!

I instantly feel fifty years older after typing that, but it’s true. One of my favorite race day preparations is heading to the Reno Running Company and scoping out the two synthetic foot coverings that will take me anywhere from ten to soon twenty-six-point-two miles. What color should I get? Should I stray from my favorite brand? Would it be weird if I sniffed them gleefully in the middle of the store because I never thought I could know such happiness?


Three years ago, my bestie Adam and I decided to run the first ever
you’ve got yourself a real problem at that next workout. Thanks, Thanksgiving.