The night before the #Fishy5k

May 27, 2016

As a seasoned runner, I still feel those last-minute jitters when going to bed before race day.  Did I remember the socks that don't give me blisters?  Do I know where my favourite hand-held water bottle is?  Oh no! - did I charge the iPod??

 

All that seems little beans on the night before the race for the race director.  Do I have enough volunteers?  Did I deliver on all the promises I gave to sponsors? Have I been grateful enough? Do people know how much I appreciate them?  In the heat of the moment, am I going to snap at someone who might not react at the moment, but who never forget that I (hopefully) inadvertently made them feel small, not useful, or worst of all - dumb?  

I really try hard not to be 'that guy'.  You know the one - the guy who bulldozes over people to get his or her way.  I know that I occasionally stray from my generally nice self to be snippy, short, or even rude.  I hope that these times are few and far between and don't really reflect my character.  

 

But I know, to people I snip at, that's exactly what they see.  My character, bald and out there. 

 

Truth is, I'm not the most patient person in the world.  I despise incompetence, and if coupled with timidity, it's all I can do not to slap the 'offending' person in the head and tell them to straighten up and be a man.  

 

So those are my pre-race-day jitters as a newbie race director - to be exposed as the witch I fear I really am deep down inside.  Well, that and everything falling apart and my incompetence being exposed, too.

 

Taking a deep breath, I am going to try very hard to sleep.  I have to trust that everything is ready.  I have an incredible team whose dedication and hard work will shine through.  There will be roadbumps - but I'm trying hard to be confident that we can work through them.  Or, trying to try to be confident, that is.

 

It's gonna be a great day. 

 

Good night.

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