This is me running the Credit Union Cherry Blossom last year. I look totally confused, disoriented. But I remember going into the race, I told my husband "I feel like a coiled spring!" I felt powerful. I felt the potential for an excellent race pulsing in my legs.
The race is in three days. I feel nervous. Worried. Less than powerful. But if we waited until conditions were perfect, we'd never do anything, right?
I'm going to look at those cherry blossoms while I run and feel grateful I am even out there.