If I thought I had butterflies yesterday, it’s nothing compared to what I have today. I think World War 3 is taking place in my belly. Forty-eight hours and counting . . .
There was a virtual card in my inbox when I logged on this morning from my friend, writer and speaker, Laurie Schnebly Campbell. It reminded me that so often we have friends, loved ones, and even strangers sending us good wishes and prayers and we don’t even know it, but what a delight when we do. Another friend Jenn Schilling told me she wouldn’t be at the race, but she’d send her ‘mojo.’ Coming from Jenn, marathoner extraordinaire, I couldn’t ask for more.
“Team Kathy” will be at the finish line, snapping pictures and shouting with joy. My sister, Mimi Lowry Beckes, has read every version of THE RUBY BROOCH, even the first one that will never see the light of day. Her husband Ned will have the video camera going. Look for a YouTube video later in the day!
My friends John Witt, Donna Farmer, and Connie Lester will be shouting “Thank you, Father.” And Ken Muse, the precious man who has stolen my heart, and who will worry for three hours that I’ve fallen into a ditch somewhere, will wrap a very sweaty runner in a bear hug and give me the biggest kiss I’ve ever had.
The vision of those six people standing at that line waiting will see me through the last 3.1 miles. I am one lucky girl.
After the hugs, pictures and food, I’m off to a meeting of the Kentucky Indie Writers. I’ll have dozens of last minute questions before I click send and release THE RUBY BROOCH on Smashwords.
What a day! And then of course, Kentucky and Louisville play at 6:00 PM.
After a good night’s sleep, I’ll wake refreshed and ready to start training for the Iron Horse Half Marathon, where I hope to set a PR, and the release of THE LAST MACKLENNA. At least I won’t be a “newbie” any longer.
Happy writing and running, Kathy