Seventeen months after a shredded ACL. Thirteen months after reconstructive surgery. One and a half days away from a marathon.
I’m anxious. I’m nervous. I’m worried (against my own sound advice). I’m afraid I won’t finish. I’m scared my legs will give out, I’ll fall on my face, someone will roll me out of the running lane, and I’ll crawl home.
And yet, at the same time, I’m confident that I’ve prepared mentally and physically. I know it will be the most challenging bodily endeavor I’ve ever attempted. I know that I’ve got the support of friends and family and thousands of unknown onlookers rooting for me. And most importantly, I know I’ve prayed about a million times that I cross the finish line alive–I’m not doing this alone.
I’m not letting my surgically repaired knee, my doubts, or my ridiculous fears keep me from the 26.2 miles from start to finish.
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What’s the lesson from all of this? It’s don’t.
Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t do something.
Don’t let the thought that you have to be born an athlete to be one, born a genius to think, or born into wealth to have opportunities cloud your view.
Good stuff, Jordan! I’ll be praying for you tomorrow!