The Big Sur Marathon is more than two months away, and I already fear it.
I fear overtraining, getting injured and not making it to the start line, essentially letting down every donor who believed in me and my cause. I fear hurting and coming up short. And I really fear the hills.
I’m training hard with Minnesota RED, and we do weekly speed and hill sessions. “Will it be enough?” I asked my coach. I drive to and from work every day under what’s known as the High Bridge, a half-mile grueling climb over the Mississippi River. I did eight repeats on the bridge last Saturday with my club. I wondered if I should be running repeats on the High Bridge every week. “You’ll get plenty of hills,” he assured me.
The fear has been building for days. This morning I came out.
I don’t get nervous for a marathon until shortly before the race. I’m two months away from the Big Sur Marathon, and I. Am. Scared.
— Brady(@bgervais) February 23, 2012
I believe fear can be good when channeled properly. It can motivate. It certainly has kept me from doing pretty foolish things. But hours after posting my feelings about the marathon on Twitter, it hit me: I am lame.
My colleague Ruben, for whom I’m running the marathon, underwent a stem cell transplant today. While he fights to live a longer life, I’m worried about a few hills. I’m blessed if a 500-foot incline over two miles is my biggest concern leading up to and on race day. It does not compare to the hurdles others have to climb every day.