Number jitters

This week was the official start of training, but until now, it didn't "feel" like the start. My runs this week were 3 miles, the same as I've been running for a few weeks now. The only thing the schedule did was make sure I didn't make any excuses to get out of a run. I even ran in 90+ degree heat (slowly, with lots of water)!

Tomorrow marks my first long run of 5 miles. The number scares me a little, even though I'm at the point now where I stop at 3 and feel like I could keep going. I'm sure I'll make it, but there's this small part of me that's somehow convinced that once I get to 3.5 miles, my body will explode/melt/disintegrate/spontaneously combust, because in my mind, I am not a runner.

And yet, all signs should tell me otherwise. I have a home screen on my phone dedicated to music and my GPS app for running. I have a heart rate monitor, an Armpocket, a Camelbak, running shoes, special insoles and a special way to wear my headphones so they don't fall out of my ears when I run (I wrap the cord up and behind my ears). Ten minutes ago, I realized I needed to wash a load of athletic wear — I have enough workout clothes to fill a washer. And tomorrow, I'm going to get up earlier than I would for work — on a Sunday — to run with my team. I'm already starting to get ready for bed on a Saturday night!

I'm not even through week one and this experience has already changed me. I am truly excited for the weeks ahead, and so very thankful for those who have already made a donation to support my efforts. Thank you so much for believing in me and in this cause. We are making a difference!