LJHM Eve

So here I am, 22 years in the future from when I was a 27 year old knucklehead, deciding at the last minute to run in the 1988 La Jolla Half Marathon.  Now, I'm 49 and I take my running more seriously, planning this event out weeks in advance.  I'm sure I'm going to have a rush of memory and nostalgia when I join the corral at the Del Mar Racetrack and begin the tour of coastal Del Mar, Torrey Pines, UCSD, La Jolla Shores and finally the Cove at La Jolla.



Yes, I am a little nervous.  It's not like Carlsbad, when I simply wanted to finish respectably.  I've put a little more pressure on myself to run this one strong; perhaps not finishing in the same time as Carlsbad (since that was an easier course), but to conquer the hills and not fade.  I should be stronger than I was in January, but each outing proves to be its own adventure, with some runs feeling like victories and others like failures.

Please let tomorrow feel like a victory.

No run today.  Took Quin with me to pick up my race packet, eat a free pasta dinner and walk around the (tiny) exposition.  Now we're back and I'm watering up and starting to try to relax, getting dialed in for an early bedtime.  I feel good and fueled, I have no lingering soreness from the 9 miles logged yesterday.  I should be primed.