Ten days. TEN days. I might be a little anxious. Maybe. A lot.
Thoughts:
I’m not sure but I may have misjudged how many weeks I had left, and the weekend I took off due to the combination of balloon ride, long bus trip, cupcakes and mucho booze would probably have been the last chance I had to get in another long run before my taper.
Did I do enough long runs? Were my long runs long enough?
42.2 kilometres is ten whole kilometres longer than my longest long run. Ten. Kilometres. An hour or more.
I only ran home tonight, and my knees hurt. My shins hurt. I may be whinging a little.
I have never done this. I don’t know if I CAN do this. Do I even really want to do this?
Of course I want to do this. I have to want to do this. How could I have gotten so far if I didn’t really want it?
Alright. No more negativity. Regardless of whether I’m actually ready for the big day, it’s coming and I will run it. Even if I have to walk to the finish line. Even if I cry like a whiny little girl at the end, which we all know I will do, and for a number of reasons. Because I’m tired, because I’m in pain, because I can’t believe that I’m actually about to finish the race.
April 10. Bring it on.
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