Remember in January when I wrote about signing up for a half marathon? Yeah. That was a nice post. I felt so inspired while writing it.
Now I actually have to run it. I actually have to line up with thousands of other women, pretend I’m not terrified of passing out at mile 3 or having Granny pass me by and laugh in my face. I have to run thirteen miles fast enough to finish by the end of a day! I signed up for this thing, and in exactly four weeks I really have to lace up my running shoes and put my body through what will probably be the most self-inflicted pain it will ever go through.
I can hear you mothers saying “What about childbirth? There’s nothing more painful than that!” Yeah, you’re right! But I had an epidural with both my kids! They don’t give epidurals for running marathons!
Yes, I know. I’m being dramatic. But there’s a point to all of my moaning and groaning. I want you to see how scared I am of running a half marathon. How terrified I am of putting my body and my mind through it. Because do you know what is even more scary to me than running this half marathon?
Letting someone read my manuscript.
I am in the final editing stages of my first book. This is the book I plan to enter into a writing competition in November and it’s time for me to let someone else read and critique it. Let’s just say that I am ten times fifty times more scared of letting someone read my very first book than I am of running the half marathon. Limping for thirteen miles – no big deal! Handing over 80,000 of my most precious words to someone who might not like it? Terrifying!
I could use a pep talk. For the marathon or the manuscript, it doesn’t matter. Just tell me it won’t hurt too much, ok?