A little bit of déjà vu here.
NYCM is in 3 days and I am so “meh” about it.
Everyone around me is all
And I am over here just like, no
Very conflicted – given the opportunity to bail I think I would. But then I try to think about how magical last year was – running with 100 degree fever and all – and I get twinges of excitement.
But they last about as long as it takes for me to recall how effing miserable Chicago was a couple weeks ago.
It would be easy to say move on but I’ve basically had a stomachache since. It’s been fun, let me tell you. I have been talking to my doc and am going again to some specialists but not until after though. I am pretty sure regardless this wouldn’t be resolved prior. The thought is IBD or colitis and such but just basically I am in hell and just fingers crossed that I am not in PAIN while I run Sunday.
Speaking of running I ran once in between.
12 miles 6 days after just to prove I could run.
It went well but since then my stomach has been so crappy (haha!) that I have stuck with cross training. So here’s hoping that my legs remember what to do come Sunday.
I have absolutely NO time goals.
All I want is to feel like THIS for 26.2 miles.
|PS will totes be wearing this same outfit again as I am again running with Team for Kids
Pure, unadulterated, happiness out there. I don’t care if it takes 6 hours (okay jk I totally will be upset if I run slower than that 5:34 in Chicago because that was a time with an hour plus added with stops and walking) but basically I don’t care if I am slower I just want to have a good day. And less than 15 port-o-potty stops.
So here’s to New York.
And imodium. I think I will be taking lots and lots of imodium.