Marathon Journal: 2 Miles. Nervous
March 17, 2010
Tonight I did a small two mile run. There’s no more distance training, whatever work has been put into the body isn’t going to get any better in one run. I just needed to warm up the old heart and lungs and see if my shoes were comfortable enough. Once I found the perfect tightness for lacing, I marked the laces with a Sharpie so I knew how tight to go for race day. Yeah, I’m that paranoid.
How paranoid am I? Well, I won’t be running with a 2 oz. Garmin because it weighs too much. I print out a piece of paper that has my goals for each mile and tape it into a bracelet. I would wear my lucky Johnny Cash shirt but I’m afraid it would absorb too much sweat and be too heavy. There are lots of other weird little habits and rituals I observe on race day to make sure I have every advantage just in case I only finish by a molecule.
I’m going to start laying off the coffee between now and Sunday. It jacks my heart up too much and just makes me have to pee too often. On race morning I’ll have one cup of coffee max.
I need to go to the store and buy more Gu, get some Glide chaffing protection, get some new sweat resistant ear-buds for the Shuffle and maybe buy a new pair of socks. The next couple of days I hope to wake up a little earlier so that Sunday’s 5am wake up call doesn’t catch me off guard too much.
Friday and Saturday will be big nights for sleep. We’ll load up on carbs at dinner and breakfast, eating pasta and cereal. Then Sunday is the big race and I’d say I’ve got just a 50/50 chance of finishing. There’s no way to gage where I’m at. I have a fear of failure that really bugs me, but I’m good at ignoring all that.