Well, I went to the Phoenix Convention Center last night to pick up my number for the race, and WOW, it was really cool to see other runners doing the same. There were dozens of running and health-related booths set up, tons of Rock 'n Roll Marathon merchandise (very over-priced, naturally), and lots of music. Just hearing the music and holding my number gave me an adrenaline rush. I'm actually feeling more excitement now than nervousness, which is good thing.
I was chatting with one of my colleagues here at EmpowHer yesterday about the race, and she wondered why the heck I'd want to wake up at 4:30 am, make the long drive to the race, struggle to find parking near the finish line, take a 45-minute shuttle to the starting line, compete with 35,000 other runners for about a dozen port-a-potties, and then run 13 miles.... Not to mention all of the training I've done over the past three months. Sometimes I wonder myself. But then a couple of days ago a dear friend reminded me what this race signifies to me -- that I'm going to be releasing years of pent-up anger, frustration and sorrow with every mile. All of the emotional abuse that I endured during my marriage will come out with every mile that I pound out. When I cross the finish line, I'm envisioning a new me, free and unburdened.