17 October 2015
Filled with Starbucks coffee and cake we retired to our hotel room where Commando checked over his race kit and muttered about being sure he’d never finish in under four hours and not knowing why he’d ever signed up for this in the first place. While he paced and worried I reminded him of all the marathons he’d already run, checked out the race course on my iPad and went over my own plans for the next day.
“You finished your last long training run on target,” I reminded him. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. You just have to think positive and do what you trained to do. Whatever happens I’m proud of you.”
All the while we half watched an episode of NCIS that I’m pretty sure we’d already seen at home. The day before a race is always a bit like this, Commando gets nervous and I try to be the voice of reason and pretend I’m not nervous too for different reasons. After a bit Commando said he was going out for a run to loosen up.
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