I was thinking that the only way I could get through it is to take it entirely unseriously, no small feat for me. Despite my lack of experience in organized sports, some competitive gene switches on when I see people whiz by in a race. (Not that this makes me go faster. It just makes me feel sad, and then that makes running much harder.) I've already mostly resigned myself to the fact that this half marathon time is going to be longer than half of my marathon time. That's what happens when you don't train, I guess.
But I hadn't entertained thoughts of wimping out until I saw the weather forecast for Sunday. And now that the wimp-out idea is in my head, it's all I can think about. (Wouldn't it be nice to just take a trip to Vancouver and have all-you-can-eat sushi and go cookbook shopping and buy dill pickle potato chips and Aero bars?)