I can't possibly run 12 miles. No, I can't do it, plus, I don't feel like it. I'm going to DIE tomorrow, running through the water-clogged air of a sunny d.c. summer day.
Of course I can! Just follow the directions on the box!
Oh, and for the FIRST time since I started training, I missed a day of xtraining. Just one day, yesterday, Thursday. But still. If I miss a day, I may as well call it a day. If I miss a day, all my fitness gains just fly right out the window, right?
So, those have pretty much been my thoughts this week. Tonight, I went out and bought 27 different kinds of gel and gu, and gatorade-like stuff in a little pouch, and some roll-on glide stuff to make you friction-less. New, with SPF!! With the promise to "not run off your face as you run through the mugginess of a smoldering d.c. day." Something like that. Plus, I bought a sleeveless cool-max top. (On sale, of course.)
Number one daughter came with me, and she kept telling the salespeople "She's running a marathon..." while I shuddered because, as everyone knows, saying it aloud is a guaranteed jinx, Plus, I soooo don't LOOK like a runner, I know exactly what those salespeople were thinking. Because I'm a mind-reader.
What is wrong with me?
(Rhetorical question; don't answer.)
And if I'm this rattled over 12 miles, what am i going to be like when tomorrow means 26.2??
(Don't answer that either.)
Oh woe, woe, woe is me.
Nite. I have to go read some more first-timer stories, and scare myself some more.
ok, I'm back, and p.s., just read this on Through the Wall:
"The fear of suffering is often worse than the suffering itself."
~ Paolo Coelho, The Alchemist
Thank you Wil, from the MidWest!!! And Paolo, too.