My hubby is going skiing with his buddies for the weekend. My kids are going to Grandma's because I have to run Saturday morning, but I have the dog. I tend to obsess about something related to my Saturday LSD and this week its the dog. I haven't been feeling my best and I am concerned that it will be late afternoon before I finish my 18 miles. What's the worst that would happen? The dog craps in the house. That's it, so why do I keep thinking about this?
I am freaked about this running. I am letting it get the best of me. I am anxious. I will run this marathon, but I still feel that it is SO beyond me. I have so little time left. I know that I will be as ready as I possibly can be - I mean I have been about 90% faithful to my training schedule. I haven't missed a long run ever. Relative comfort at the finish line is what the coach has promised. That's all that I want... That and my sanity. Mental - It really is more mental than I could ever have imagined.
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