Well I have entered the phase of marathon training that I would like to term the Extreme Freak Out Over Every Little Thing. At this point, a week and a day until the 26.2 mile lead up to a race medal, I think every runner gets a little paranoid. I have seen it happen to the other marathon running bloggers I follow. Every little twinge, ache and off feeling is a muscle ripping, bone shattering race ending injury.
This past week I have had either a head cold or some new found allergies to my environment of constant rain and flowering plants. Whether cold or alarming reaction to Illinois plant life it made it hard to breath. Running seemed so hard. Cue the panic.
Oh god what if this is still happening on race day?
How am I supposed to get through 26.2 miles with clogged breathing tubes? HOW WILL I CARRY THE TISSUES? What if this turns into pneumonia or the plague? HOW WILL I RUN WITH THE PLAGUE?
……well today I woke up just fine. So I only have seven days to survive to make it to the marathon starting line. With all this time and effort invested (547 miles and countless 4:30 a.m. wake-up calls…but who is counting) it seems entirely reasonable to put myself in a bubble until race day.
But apparently I am expected to work and keep training (even though it is taper training and super light). Oh and I am supposed to act normal. Hello why does not everyone else understand that I am fragile as glass and that me running the Wisconsin marathon is the single most significant event happening at this moment. It is almost as everyone else does not view me and my running as the center of the universe. I just don’t get it.
In all seriousness good luck to those heading into taper mode….the taper crazies are about to set in. May you successfully navigate the world injury free and not annoy others with your sudden boundless energy as you stop expending all that energy in training. I have a feeling next week is going to be a rough week…..for those around me. But you know what
I am so excited!