Daymares

All the training is over. All the miles are behind me. If I’m not ready for the TC Marathon, there is nothing more I can do about it now.

I haven’t had any nightmares about the marathon like I have had in the past with the triathlons. However, this morning when it was dark and the alarm kept going off, I didn’t want to be out there in the cold darkness. I didn’t want to run in the cold darkness by myself. What if something happened to me in the cold darkness by myself? My mind wandered far enough to keep me inside, in my bed, until the sun came up and the gym doors swung open.

As I ran inside on the track knowing that was the right decision of the day, I kept thinking about how the training has gone relatively well and almost injury free (with the exception of a bit of arch pain), and how it was a good idea that I ran inside because if I had gone on that run by myself something bad surely would have happened.

My mind kept wondering and churning about the fact that all I have to do from here until Sunday morning is NOT: get hit by a car, get ax murdered, cut one of my toes off in a cooking accident, brake my ankle falling down the stairs, blow my knee out running after KP, hurt my back playing a stupid game of kickball, eat something that makes me so sick I can’t get off the toilet, get shot in the head by a car-jacker, have my eyes eaten out by red ants or be stupid enough in indulge in too much wine the night before the race.

I wish I had a chip I could put inside my head for this upcoming 26.2 miles so I could do a streaming live podcast from my brain and share the insanity with the whole world.

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