
The week before I did my first half-Ironman in Florida, the waves in the Gulf were uncharacteristically high, creating 5 to 6 foot swells. This would be my first real triathlon and swim of that length in open water. I was a little nervous. I remember driving by the ocean every day after work to see what the conditions were, which only made me more nervous. With each passing day, my stomach twisted into tighter knots and I found it difficult to eat. At times I felt like I was going to pass out. I had a hard time concentrating on anything that whole week and kept telling my friends that I was going to die. Nerves. I managed to survive that first half-Ironman… barely, and I have competed in several races since each time the nerves getting easier to handle.
I learned to play the piano when I was about 12 years old from a good friend of my family who lived on the next street up. I was quite good at sight reading, which I tended to do often because I neglected my practicing more than I should openly admit. I was perfectly content playing classical pieces that required no singing. I was not good at accompanying anyone for anything. I had to play in church a couple of times as a teenager, each time seizing up in fear because I am not a performer. Contrary to popular belief I do not like to be the center of attention. I do not like everyone focusing on me. I do not like to be in front of video ca

I run the Boston Marathon in 5 days. I have done a marathon before. I have done the Ironman, neither of which have killed me. In fact, I do not recall being very nervous for either of those major events in my life. However, I find myself getting more nervous as the long-awaited day approaches. My stomach has started twisting itself into familiar knots, my shoulders and neck are cramping up, and I begin to doubt that I can do this. But why should this race be any different from all the others? I have trained. I am ready. But it’s the Boston Marathon. I never really considered it a big deal, and I still don’t to keep my sanity. It’s just another long training day resulting in a medal and 4 days of pain. No big deal. It’s not like I am trying to win anything here. Everyone says I just need to relax and enjoy it. But really, how can I enjoy running 26.2 miles, especially when I am racing the watch on my wrist knowing that my ego has told me I have to beat 3:39:39 or something has gone terribly wrong. That’s a lot of pressure to put on myself. Thanks a lot ego.
Everyone deals with nervousness differently. There have been a couple of times in my life when I felt like I was having a heart attack but really it was just a self-induced anxiety attack. I can almost feel one coming on now. But normally, when I am nervous I do a couple of things. One, I bite my lip a lot and often pick at it without even being conscious of it, a habit which my mother has spent my whole life trying to break. Two, I play with my hair. Three, I bite my cuticles off my fingers, which typically results in unattractive fingernails, blood and pain. (I wonder if I have some weird fascination to self-inflicted pain because I keep doing these endurance events and experiencing pain like never before.) And four, I bounce my leg, which I am sure is something that I got from my mother. In some strange way, these habits help to calm me down when the nerves and anxiety seem to take over.
So in the coming days, if you see me with a raw lip, my leg bouncing and my hair wrapped around my bloody fingers, you will know why. It’s just the Boston Marathon.
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