This morning I ran an easy 3-miler. It will be the last time I run until race day. You would think this “easy” run would, in fact, be EASY. But it’s not. These last few miles I have come to call the “hypochondria miles”. The last of my tapering drama insanity nutso-ness is summed up in what are truly the final steps of my marathon training. I worry about every feeling I … um … feel.
Why does my Achilles feel that way? OH MY GOD IT MUST BE A TEAR!
Why am I breathing like that? MY LUNG MUST HAVE COLLAPSED.
Does my heart usually do that? YES, YES IT BEATS.
Is this harder than it should be? MY GOD ITS ONLY 3 MILES! HOW CAN I POSSIBLY MAKE IT ANOTHER 23.2?!?!
Good Lordy, I literally have to tell myself to SHUT UP and just RUN.
Well, I hope you all have a day where everything doesn’t hurt and you don’t think you’re dying!!!