This morning I woke up with the realization that I am going to be running 26.2 miles and I am absolutely terrified. Wanna know something ... the idea of running 26.2 miles doesn't scare me. I know in my heart of hearts that I am prepared for the physical and even the mental aspects of this very momentous run.
What am I scared of then? I am scared that I won't be able to find the starting line or that traffic will be so bad that I will have to be dropped off miles away from the starting line and that I won't get there in time.
I am even more scared that I will get there and everyone will realize that I am a fake. I have had some pretty major support getting to this point ... but it has all been long distance and sideline support. I have never ran with a runner and I really don't know what a runner is supposed to look like.