I am having lots of second and third and fourth thoughts about running the marathon in 3 weeks.
Last night, I attempted my long run for the week after work. My reasons were 3 fold- A) I didn’t want to have to wake up early and run in the cold this morning, 2) I wanted to be able to stay up past 10 and D) I really wanted a Friday beer (which by the way, I didn’t get).
Today is going to be a long, fun day, so I didn’t want to have to worry about fitting 2 hours of running in… Good plan, right?
Let’s just say that 11 miles in (of 13), something horrible, terrible, no good, very bad happened. If you’re guessing it involves….
a. stomach rumblings/ everything that goes with it
c. light headedness/ almost passing out OR
d. all of the above
…you would have been right if you had guessed D.
Again, don’t want to scatter your brain with grossness, but holy mother of baby cheeses, and after two hours of choice D, I don’t know if I can do it. I am so incredibly frustrated, upset, and just basically discouraged about everything.
I’ve put in 15 long weeks of training…15 difficult weeks where my body has ached…15 weeks of backing down on social events because “I have to get up early and run”.
My biggest fear is that what if this happened on race day? When I’m ten miles away from home and stuck in a porta potty? When it takes all of my energy just to sit upright? When the thought of doing anything other than lie on the ground makes me want to slit my wrists.
So… there’s going to be a lot of soul searching going on in the next week.
In the meantime, if you have any advice whatsoever, please help!
I’m typically really good about my eating… but lately, I have been eating way too much sugar. Sugar in candy, sugar in ice cream, fake sugar in diet coke… So, from now on (starting tomorrow) actually, I’m eliminating most sugar from my diet.
No, not kidding unfortunately. Yesterday this little puppy made it’s way into my tummy…along with some candy corn, diet coke…and the list goes on.
So I’m giving it all up to see if things change. It’s like Lent all over again.
Except I’m giving myself a free pass on Halloween. Sorry, I’ve got priorities.
Plus, you cannot even imagine the debauchery that goes on in schools on Halloween. There is no way I have enough willpower to say no. It’s going to be a stretch to stop eating candy corn and sweet tarts.
That’s where I’m at right now. Contemplating quitting, not because I don’t think my legs can do it, or that I’m not in shape enough… but because I have yet to figure out (after all these years of dealing with it) how to manage my stomach and it’s amazing awesomeness. I’m going to change my diet and hope that next weeks long run is a success as much as a 12 mile success can be.
And, three weeks without sugar may make me irritable and crazy… so I apologize in advance.