How To Have A Freak Out Four Days Before The LA Marathon
I am having a FREAK OUT!
It's four days before the LA Marathon so I've decided today's the day I'm allowing myself a bit of pre-race hyperventilating.
Yes, anxiety is now my middle name, and my mental list of race day "what ifs" just keeps growing and growing. I'll give you my very real concerns about Sunday.
1) My Left Knee Hurts. It's been hurting for three weeks - sometimes a dull pain, sometimes aagh, a bit more painful. It doesn't hurt when I run on it. Well, at least not too much. Sigh. Why, why, why? How come it couldn't wait till AFTER the marathon to start this up? Cue the chorus:
Let's sing to my knee together: "I bought you drinks, I bought you flowers, I read you books and talked for hours, every day so many drinks, such pretty flowers, So tell me what have I, what have I, what have I done to deserve this?"
I hope it doesn't act up too much on race day and sideline me at mile 13. I know I'm half Irish and it's St. Patrick's Day, but I don't need THAT kind of luck, mmkay?
2) Warm Weather. I don't like running in ovens. The forecast for Sunday is mid 70's. Yes, we're running toward the Pacific Ocean but still, I'd like it to be cooler. Like mid 60's instead.
You see, those are real concerns, right? Now let's move on to the totally insane stuff on my list.
Exhibit A of Insanity: Yesterday we had a 4.4 earthquake, so at some point last night I actually said to myself, "What if The Big One hits while I'm running on Sunday?"
Exhibit B: I've been training since August but I have f-e-a-r and worries that I won't be able to finish. It's totally irrational. This isn't my first marathon. But I worry I'm going to be the LAST finisher.
Yes, I may be experiencing...
I did that in green lettering so you won't pinch me.
Dear reader, reassure me that an earthquake won't strike, tell me my knee won't collapse, and convince me this is going to be a better race than the travesty that was the Pasadena Marathon.
Whew, I feel better now that I got all that off my chest. I promise that's the LAST of my freak outs. I have it all out there and now I can move forward! (Right?)