My non-running friends never understand why I want to go to bed at 4:30pm the day before a race and then complain about how little sleep I actually got.
‘Cause let’s face it, we’ve all been there before!
‘Twas the night before race day, and I’m lying in bed
With all that could go wrong, running through my head.
My mind wouldn’t stop, Did I forget a shoe?
Where is my sports bra? Will I be able to poo?
While other slumber easily, into restful sleep,
I lie awake wistfully hoping they won’t make a peep.
If they wake me up, I’ll curse and I’ll holler!
For this here said race cost me a pretty dollar.
I check my alarm for the fifty-eighth time,
As my thoughts drift back to the nasty 9th mile climb.
Did I train hard enough? Did I run enough miles?
What crazies partake in running lifestyles?
Will it be windy? Will it be cold? Will it be hot? Will it rain?
Will there be traffic? Can I park? I’m going insane!
What if trained for months and months at the wrong pace?
Is there a free beer tent at the end of the race?
And I know my race pics will look like crap,
But then I’ll finish and can just take a nap.
To make up for sleep I lost here tonight.
So happy race day to all and to all a good post-race night!