So here it is. Just about twelve hours until the marathon. I am shit-scared.
I ran home on Tuesday, even though I wasn’t sure I should, but I was worried that I had undertrained and that I must be losing fitness. Even though I’ve been able to stop thinking about it for most of the week, I’m still afraid that I haven’t trained enough. I feel like I’ve been boring everybody to tears with my worrying and complaining and nerves.
I just made my playlists, got my clothes together, and made sure my electrical devices are charged or charging.
I still feel like I’ve forgotten something, but I can’t figure out what it is.
I know I shouldn’t drink, but I really think I need some sort of nerve-calmer. A beer, maybe.
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