Option 3??

I was completing my prep for the Colonial 70 this morning with a slow 2 miler. Something to just get a little extra blood flowing through the old muscles. Something to give myself one last pep talk. One last discussion about not sprinting out of the gate on my first leg. I always struggle with being patient within 24 hrs of a start. This always happens to me the day before a race event. I start the first leg at 4:45 am in the morning. This will be the earliest start that I have ever made. It will be a new experience. How do you get a cup of coffee and bagel down at 3:30 in the morning? We will get to find out.

I purchased a new MP3 player and decided to expand my variety of tunes. I have Michael W Smith, Chris Rice, The Eagles, Foo Foo Fighters and even a little Vince Gill. I think I may have even slipped a few Charlotte Church numbers on there. Anyway, as I was running and thinking about the race I reminded myself about this event was not just about me. I had three other guys that was counting on me to carry my responsibility. It was then that I thought about 3 options that would play for this event.
Option One: Finish the race, complete all three of my legs.
Option Two: Be removed from the course in an ambulance. (boooo)
Option Three: Be hauled off in a hearse. My plan is to hope for option one. I hear there will be Moe’s burrito’s and free beer at the finish! I love free beer. Option two is a real bummer; no runner wants to be strapped to a gurney before the finish line. Option two really stinks.
Now Option Three may be a fearful end for some of you but that really depends on who and where you are in your life. As I considered option Three I decided that it would actually be a better than option two, at least for me. That is not a death wish but it does indicate that I know where I am going. Do you?

Remember I mentioned that I had a little Vince Gill on the MP3? It was a serendipity moment after I was just thinking about option three when what should pop up on my player but Vince. Want to take a guess as to what song began playing? Go Rest High.
I had to smile as I raised my head heavenward. Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor,,,,,, or maybe a hint. Hmmmm.
Lace em up and get out there....Steve