Happy New Year! Or happy old year, as the case may be

It was brought to my attention that (aside from not posting anything here in a while and the fact that I could have written the first paragraph of The Shuffler’s most recent post – kindly get out of my head, Dana!) I did not post my usual year-end running summary on Facebook.  I also didn’t write a New Year’s toast for iRunNation like I always have.

It’s not because I don’t have big wishes for all of you for 2013…it’s just that, with my giant goal race(s) actually being on the 12^th and 13^th of January, 2013, it still feels like last year to me.

It feels like it would be cheating to say “oh, I ran a half marathon and marathon in 2013,” even though on paper, it is true – and by the end of the year, in my 2013 summary, it will certainly be counted that way. But since all of the training and hard work took place in 2012, it feels like the race belongs to 2012; without the climax of the event, that year has not yet come to a conclusion in my mind.

With all that said, I am definitely starting to get geared up for Goofy. I am a little nervous since I haven’t run at all since December 27 – I came down with the plague a cold the second I started tapering, and I have been babying it big time in the hope that it is completely gone from my chest in time for the big day(s). Logically speaking, that is the smart thing to do, but I am starting to get antsy that I will have lost all of my fitness, or worse, have completely forgotten how to run – that I will get to the start line, and my brain will say “go!” and my feet will say “huh?” and my legs will get tangled and I will fall on my face or wander around aimlessly until security finds me curled up weeping in the back of one of the countries in the “it’s a small world” attraction.

Okay so I am (mostly) being silly – what’s more likely is that I will finish the half, then I will finish the marathon, and I will get the three medals and know that my limitations are far fewer than I had imagined.  The only question that remains is, will I finish (a) so elated that when I high-five Goofy I dislocate the poor dog’s shoulder, or (b) so tired that I would kick him in the shin if I could get my foot more than half an inch off the ground?

So who else is going to be there? Can I get a roll call in the comments?