Down to the wire

Here we are, race week!  I haven't run for 10 days.  Sometimes it's still painful for me to just move from sitting to standing up.  Other times I don't feel anything until I walk.  But occasionally, I try a little jogging and it doesn't feel too bad.  I'm pretty sure that it's still going to be hurting on Saturday, but I'm going to try and not let that stop me.  I have PT again tomorrow.  We'll see what my buddy Bruce the PT tells me then.

There are good things about being injured.  It means that now I have absolutely no time goal in mind at all.  If I finish, I'll be happy.  Wait, I lied.  If I finish but don't get there in time to get my medal, I'll be unhappy.  So that gives me 7 hours to finish.  I'd like to think that it's an attainable goal.  (And if it's looking like it's not, then I might just find myself leaving the race course a bit early.)

The bad news is that I'm completely setting myself up to have to run another marathon.  (Ugh, this one KILLS me!)  Knowing that I missed out on 2 weeks of training at the end here will haunt me if I can't finish within the original time frame that I was planning on.  I'll always wonder what I could have done if I hadn't injured myself.  So I'll have to run another marathon (and pray that I don't get injured during training) to find out what could have been.  I just don't know if I'll force myself to run Grandma's again or whether I'll do a different race.  Honestly, I don't even like thinking about this aspect of things.  But I know myself enough to know that it's true.  I'll be forced to do the whole 18 weeks of training again when I'm completely healed up and do it all over again.

So yes, it's race week.  In 5 short days, I will be attempting to run a marathon.  It doesn't sound as crazy as it once did.  (But don't get me wrong, it's still crazy!)  You can follow my race day progress with this handy dandy runner tracker.  Hopefully I won't let you down.