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10 Reasons I Can Run 100 Miles: Reason #8

She said to me, "you're carrying around a lot of burdens with this race. What are your goals?" 
"What would happen if you did really well?" 
"What would happen if you didn't do well?" 
"If everything went wrong, what would happen then?"

I thought and chatted and realized the true weight of the burdens and concerns I had, and their realistic consequences. Then I let them go.

"They're rocks. Extra weight you don't need going into a race that length. So put all those rocks in a backpack, and leave them in your drop bag at the starting line. They'll be shuttled right to the finish line, and you can pick them back up if you choose. But just let go for now."

Reason #8: Letting Go

I'm ready and willing to let go. At a barbecue tonight I was asked on a scale of 1 to 10 how nervous I am. A week ago I would've answered 11.

Now I'm probably down to a 2... Or 3 ;)

But I'm ready to just let it be, and let the race just take me for a ride.

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  1. Let it be, good advice. So much is out of our control on race day, anyway, you might as well enjoy the ride. :-)

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