The 13.1 miles will have been run. I'll have crossed the finish line. And I'll have survived. Hopefully.
But before I get there, I have five days to freak out. Of course it doesn't help that the last two weeks have been really really light on the running. And not due to cutting back mileage for the taper. Nope. More like cutting out mileage because I've been working insane hours and don't have time to run. Kind of makes me a cranky Badgergirl.
Tonight was no different. It was a frustrating day at the office and all I wanted to do was run away and escape. So when the clock struck quitting time (at a normal time for once!), I bolted. Out the door, in my car and over to the YMCA. I wanted to run. I needed to run. Ideally I would have logged this last long run outdoors, but Mother Nature had different plans. Decided to give us bone-chilling cold temps (for May), wind and rain. Not nice.
So I ran indoors on the treadmill. And let me tell you, it felt nice to hit start and just run. Zone out. Not think about anything and leave my frustrations behind during my 6.2 mile run. It was a good hour spent running to nowhere. I needed it.
That leaves me with just one more short run on Thursday before I line up with the other runners on Sunday. I'm excited. Nervous. Scared. And slightly freaking out. Because I still have so much more to do before Sunday. Namely:
- Survive the rest of the work week
- Figure out the play list that will get me through 13.1 miles
- Decide what I'm going to wear
- Compulsively check the weather forecast and pray that Mother Nature is in a good mood and gives us warmer temps, sunny skies and no wind. Right now it looks like she might be in a good mood.
- Soak it all in