Running Myself Sick
I knew this would happen. It happens to most people who train for a marathon. Your body gets run down. You get tired. You get sick. I woke up on Friday morning with a scratchy throat and it was a race against time.
For the first time I think I was able to head off getting very sick. Never before have I been so proactive in not getting deathly ill that it makes me wonder why in the hell I ever waited before. The answer:
Hot liquids, ginger, smoothies, and no solid foods for a day. Oh, and nighttime sleep medicine. Wonders. Wonders I tell you. That and getting sleep. Lots of sleep.
So after sleeping as much as humanly possible on Sunday morning I went for my “long run” for the week which amounted to 7.5 miles. Eh, not like I haven’t run enough leading up to this marathon thing. I can skimp on the last long run by 8 miles. No big deal.
So here I am, less than two weeks out. I have my marathon sickness close to being gone. I weigh 201 pounds as of this morning. Nothing is hanging off of my body. Body parts hurt, but I think it wouldn’t be marathon training if they didn’t. I am ready to do this thing. Glad I have two weeks to take it easy and recoup. Though I will say this – I want this race. I am ready for it. My body is ready for it. My liver is ready for it (three weeks without a Sunday Funday).
I have got to get a t-shirt made. Will work on that this week. I have a funny slogan and a serious one. Not sure which would be better. I’ll flip a coin.
At 2 PM today I was running and it hit me that in two weeks from that exact moment (actually I take that back, we set the clocks back the night before the marathon) I will be a half hour or so away from finishing the marathon and that I would be in a tremendous amount of pain. It made the remainder of my run much, much easier. That said, I am expecting massive amounts of pain.
I will say this….if I weren’t working at a running store, I seriously doubt that I would be quite so dedicated. Surrounding myself by people who are so incredibly motivated has been something of a blessing. It keeps me in check and keeps me moving forward.