I'm running a marathon in 3 days. Seriously... 72 hours from this moment I will be somewhere close to mile 18 (ideally).
I went for a run yesterday after work. It was the first since last Wednesday. I wanted the 5 days off to help my legs recover from the recent long runs, but I also knew I'd need to get them loose again before Saturday.
So here's the deal. It's November. My 4-mile run took place outside... in 78 degree heat. Seriously, I was sweating before the .25 mile marker. It's crazy! Fortunately, it should be cooling down over the next few days. Race day temps call for a low of 39 and high of 61. I'll take that, but my fingers are crossed it'll stay in the 40s and 50s while I'm running.
4 miles. 35:54. That means a little under a 9-minute mile pace. Yay! Granted, I was pushing myself. Normally I wouldn't do that so close to a race, but since I'm using it as a training run and not a race it's kind of different. I have no real goals for Saturday other than to run a relaxed pace and get the mileage in so I can FINALLY start to taper for my December race.
I have to say... I'm ready to taper. Even with the 5 days off, my legs are still feeling tired. I woke up in the middle of the night with a charleyhorse. I HATE when that happens. My calf is sore today, along with my quad and ankle that I just can't seem to get back to normal. I know once I can taper they'll feel a lot better, but in the meantime I could use a new right leg.
I'm getting antsy and excited all at once. Even though I'm not really racing, it's still a big deal. I'm still running 26.2 miles this weekend. Dang.
Even I think I'm crazy sometimes.