I am training for the Indy Mini, one of the largest half marathon events in the United States.
Saturdays are wake up early, check the weather and only drink half a cup of coffee, so you don’t have to pee days.
Saturdays are don’t overdress and don’t wear the shirt you have worn so much you can’t get the stink out anymore days.
Saturdays are standing around watching the other runners, wondering why you got there so early, and is that woman in my age group, because she looks fast days.
Saturdays are here we go, the sun feels good, my legs are strong and my breathing is just right days. OR…wow, it is windy, my legs feel like lead and crap, how long can 3.1 miles really feel days.
Saturdays are a finish line where strangers tell each “good job” and clap at the awards ceremony, as runners are a supportive group, days.
Saturdays are race days, often a collective of common misery and jubilant triumph and always a fabulous way to spend a morning.