Okay, so here it is. In a few days, I'll be completing that zombie race thing I signed up for all those months ago. What the heck was I thinking?!? Unfortunately, due to extensive travel and several cross country trips in the last few months, my training is seriously lax. I can barely run 2.5 miles (I started this summer at 4), and 100 crunches gives me aches for days. Still, I am excited despite feeling daunted by my abilities to "run" this course. I suppose I don't really have a plan. Isn't that the point of being a zombie enthusiast? Having a good bug out plan? Direction? Something to keep my life (or those little yellow flags) intact?
I suppose, if anything, I'm going to approach it as an experience. At least I will try. I hope to do better than that. I hate losing and for me, that would entail some plastic grubbing zombie snatching one of my lifelines as I pant from over exertion in Temecula. I hope I don't shame myself and fall flat on my face. I hope I can survive to enjoy my beer and concert at the end. I hope I don't stumble into the "10K" part of the race.
I suppose that's true lesson one should take from zombies; all the training in the world will only get you so far. It's hope in the end that will keep you alive.
