Shamrock Nerves

Just once I'd like to feel ready for a race. Unfortunately, I'm staring down the barrel of the Shamrock Run this Sunday wondering why on earth I talked myself into this!?! I've been on exactly two runs in a month. The first was my little two miler, the second was about 4 and involved a lot of huffing and puffing. The Shamrock is 4.9. WHY didn't I sign up for the 5k? Ack! In addition to my runs I've been doing a lot of walking in prep for walking the Eugene Half Marathon in May, but how much does walking really help for running a race? I'm guessing not much. I've been comforting myself with the idea that I can always walk part of the race if I really need to, but in looking over the website tonight I see that no walkers are allowed. I'm really hoping that doesn't mean the Leprechauns blow whistles at you and point if you need a breather, because if it does I might as well go straight to the Beer Garden and skip that pesky running altogether. I don't even like beer, but hey. Once again, I am so over my head. All I really wanted was the sweatshirt!