What I did: Stair sprints (20 minutes) weights (20 minutes) 1 min plank
On my playlist: "Take on me" by A-ha
My first 5K race is on Sunday. That's just three days away.
To say I'm nervous is an understatement.
For the past nine weeks, I've been training hard, trying to teach my body how to run efficiently, swiftly, gracefully.
I've become stronger. I've learned to challenge myself. I'm eating better. I have more energy. I'm happier.
But now, with only three days to go, my old nemesis of self-doubt is kicking in.
Will everything I've done thus far be enough? Will I come in dead last? Will I be able to finish the race without walking (my only goal for this race). Will I look like I know what I'm doing out there even though I'm not one of those naturally fast, athletic people?
I keep telling myself that I'll do my best. I have used every tool in my fitness tool box to get ready for this race: training, music, sleep, nutrition, and psyching myself up mentally.
During the moments during the day when that doubting voice in my head is getting louder, I have one thought that always squashes it.
I tell myself. Elizabeth, you're a journalist. You have never missed a deadline. You are steady and even-keeled under pressure -- some bosses have even told me I seem to thrive in tough situations.
As a journalist, part of my job is to boil down the point of everything I write in to it's simplest form.
So, rather than think about this race in that totally overwhelming, big-picture way, I tell myself to cut it down into pieces that are easy to digest (which is just what I try to do with a complex issue I'm writing about.)
When think about running 3.1 miles that way, it really comes down to five simple words.
Left foot. Right foot. Repeat.