Motivation for nervous Fatcats.

(On the ipod, for when legs get wibblywobbly)


Avast! And a hearty harro to you on this wet and windy Satdee. I will be off shortly to pick my bib and race number from the RDS- just as soon as I can locate the email they sent me all those months ago when I deemed it utterly reasonable to run 26.2 miles.
What on earth was I thinking?
Anyhoo, I must have been thinking something because I'm doing it again. I will be sqiffy with anxiety for the next two days, annoying the paramour with questions like 'What if my leg explodes at the 18 mile mark?' and 'Do you think it will rain? Do you? Huh? Do you?' And so on.
I am prepared though. Apart from doing a spot of running over the last two weeks or so, I have tried on many variety of running outfits, checking for chaffing/chafing and my music is being loaded up as I type. I have Glide, gels, jellies, a hat and a mountain of pain killers and plasters and...well let's just say I won't be standing in line at a chemists this year mid race.
I also have a cold, and I managed to put on three pounds this week by eating more carbs than you can shake a stick of butter at. Standing on the bathroom scales this morning was quite a revelation. Seems I really HAVE the capacity to turn into my mother if only I didn't run around quite a lot normally. Eek.
Anyhoo, since this will be my last post until after the marathon I just wanted to say a big cheers to all of you for being such good company on these motivational posts. I know they can get a bit dull, 'ran today, ran yesterday, running tomorrow...' but they help me and I like reading about everyone else's trials and tribulations as we adults do our very best to stave off belly-spread, laziness and impending death.
So thank you.
Kissy kissy.
FMC