I think I’m going to be sick. It’s really here. Completely, unavoidably here. We leave for MB tomorrow afternoon. I’ll pick up my number, run a few miles to shake out the “car legs,” and eat an inordinate amount of pasta with the Marathon Expert. And then, at 6:30 in the morning, I will be joining several thousand others to see if I can–at long last–get myself a stinkin’ finisher’s medal.
I think I’m going to be sick.
In the “good news” category, I must be doing this taper thing correctly. I have so much extra energy you’d think I’d relapsed back into the Mt. Dew addiction…or switched over to something even more potent. But no. It’s just a suddenly low mileage marathon trainee with an indescribable energy surplus. Usually, when I try to taper my legs end up feeling even more sluggish and weird. (I believe I’ve even gone on record grumbling about the taper…but then, I grumble about so many things that it’s hard to keep track.) This time, I just feel (dare I say it?) GOOD. Egads. I’m not sure what to do with that…