Ok, so I'm not really dreading another 18 miler. I've done it before and while it wasn't the best three hours of my life, I can do it again. Rather I am perturbed that I have been sick all week, I feel like I'm dragging and my poor kids and my running are suffering. I don't feel like doing anything but sit on the couch, which is not a preferred activity for an almost three year old and an 11 month old. They want to run, dance and play and I want to sleep. But I am doing my best. When I get little bursts of energy, I dance and I have done a heck of a lot of reading this week ... Sesame Street's "Just the way you are" is our new favorite.
So while I have continued to attempt to be "Supermom", I am so very far from being "Superrunner." In fact, I'm more like "Below Average Runner." I completely missed my eight mile run on Wednesday and while I did manage to get five in yesterday, it was at a pace that my Grandmother could beat ... trust me it was bad. But those are minor concerns to me as I approach my last long run before the marathon. I'm really wondering how I am ever going to finish 18 miles tomorrow? Will I survive? Is it going to take me six hours or will I just get so weak that I simply give up?
I'm not really sure what will happen. All I know is that today is all about rest, carbs and hydration. Hopefully, that's enough to get me through (Albeit, slowly). Send those speedy recovery vibes my way!!
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