Insomnia came a calling.
And yet, nowt.
Sigh, ennui how are ye?
Tis a sorry state of affairs not sleeping, Miss Sam can affirm it. I was awake until the stupid bird that sits on the ledge started twittering at dawn and my copy of A Brief History of Time was nowhere to hand. I had sleeping tablets but I can't take them see, because I have to run today see, and they make my legs feel sluggish, see.
I -Fatmammycat- endured a sleepless night rather than pop a pill, and all because of a marathon.
The marathon, Yes, that thing.
I tell you I am becoming obsessed.
The sad truth is that while lying awake I thought of nothing else but running, the routes I was going to take this week in training -hills and flats-, the route of the marathon, where I can gather speed, where I can fall back, I have memorised it you see. I thought about what I was going to eat, planning my meals for the week before and replanning my meal for the morning of the race itself, I need the right carbs and add some fat, but not too much fat, that might make me feel sick...How was I going to get there. Would I drive myself, get the paramour to drive? If he drove how would he know exactly when I finished? But what if I wasn't in a fit state to drive myself home?
I pondered which gel was going to suit me most, and would it really be necessary to take more than three? What about chaffing, would there be chaffing? Is vaseline as good as glide? I worried about hitting the wall. I worried about getting caught up in the atmosphere and starting too fast. I worried about my left calf muscle, I worried about my 'medically lumpy' ankle, after all I never did get a full answer as to what was wrong with it. I worried about not having run the 30k long run yet. OH I've done 27, but that's not 30 is it? I worried, oh chumlies I worried like a turkey on Christmas eve might worry if it wasn't such a stupid bird.
I was only this short of getting up and scribbling down my strategy. Plot, plot, scheme, plot.
But that would have seemed nuts. Wouldn't it?
It's the 9th of October, I have twenty days left until D-day.