There is really only one way to get a sticker like this:
Sugarloaf Marathon. Or at least sign up for it and pick up your swag bag. But in my world, you can't put that on your truck window unless you have earned it by going the 26.2.
Now most people would probably think about how running (waddling) a marathon on a nagging injury would affect the rest of their racing season. Someone who hasn't run any distance to speak of for 3 weeks might even think, "This is going to hurt. Is it worth it, really?" I guess a sensible person might even think about how this aggravating injury would affect being able to do their job (since I need my legs to work, I should consider this).
When thinking about the intelligence of running the race, the first thing I thought was, "I really want that sticker."
Actually, it is the only thing I thought.
Beth and I even talked about where we would put our sticker once we got it. We haven't talked much about the race, but we have talked in detail about that sticker.
Yes, this deceptively simple blue triangle strikes a chord in so many people, me included. The traditional Sugarloaf Sticker (sans the 26.2) can be found plastered on cars and signs and places all over the world (my buddy Sam put up the only known sticker in Antarctica. I don't know where he put it. But this is him in Antarctica.)
I even have a small one on my bike.
But the blue triangle sticker you get from this race has 26.2 on it, so it is even more special.
So yes, I am running on Sunday so I can get a sticker. I am pretty sure it is worth it, but I will let you know later.
Here is the other thing.
I don't usually get stressed out and uber-nervous before a race. Mostly because I know I am not going to win. I tend to always do the best I can in the situation at hand, so I am not so nervous about doing that. I do get butterflies as I am standing in the starting line (wayyyy behind all the fast people).
I am a bit freaked out about Sunday's marathon.
I have been going about my week as if nothing special is happening on Sunday. I have been trying like heck to get that leg to feel somewhat normal, poking and prodding, massaging and Sticking, heating and icing. The specter of 26.2 is looming over me, and I am having a hard time trusting in my training because, well, I haven't really run in 3 weeks.
Sure I have been biking, and yeah, I biked 100 miles on a trainer earlier this week, and it was hard. But really, that is so different than running. Plus, I got to take a nap and eat Milano Cookies on the trainer ride. I really will do anything for a bag of Milano cookies.
This isn't my first time going this distance, it is my 5th (current PR 4:18). I think that is why I am a little freaked. I respect that distance, and have had my butt handed to me for not training enough for 26.2.
I also think I am frustrated because I was doing so well with training, getting consistently faster over longer distances. Then I had to change my training and slow way down because of the injury, eventually stopping the running all together. Not being sure that your leg is going to stand up to what you are about to put it through is quite a strange feeling, and is a tremendous shot to your confidence.
In the end, all I can do is the best I can do, and that is my plan for the race.
Well, that and to get a sticker.