3 days and counting.

Paranoia about the marathon (Will I finish?  Will I get an embarrassingly bad time?  Will I shit myself, or fart really audibly in front of a group sans music?  Will I end up in the hospital instead of the pub?) has well and truly set in now.  I can’t remember a Thursday (at least in the last few years) when I have wished to have Monday back so badly.  I feel unprepared.  I feel fat (thanks a bunch, tapering).  I feel terrified.

It is not normal for me to exercise so little during a week.  I have only done a couple of weights classes, one (ONLY ONE) spin class and a yoga-esque class.  And now I’m done until the big day.  Where did my week go?!
At least I have made things slightly easier on myself.  Followers of my posts may remember that I was planning on going to a wedding in Edinburgh on Saturday, ending up in Inverness around midnight, and waking up at about 5am on Sunday to get registered.  Well, that’s off.  There were too many things that could have gone wrong (not least having me wearing heels and enjoying an adult beverage), that I have decided not to attend the wedding.

I’m not a complete bitch, as this is the couple’s second wedding.  Their first (and legally binding) ceremony was last October in Edinburgh, and was attended by about 10 of us in total.  The ceremony was at the registry office, and we all went for a meal and drinks afterwards.  As proof that I don’t just skip people’s weddings on a whim, here is photographic evidence of me (the mature one giving bunny ears) with the bride and groom on their big day!

I’m available to ruin any photos: weddings, anniversaries, christenings…

Even though I now have a bit more time to get organized (and continue to freak out), there doesn’t feel like enough time in between my impending shower (give or take 15 minutes in the future) and the impending marathon (less than 72 hours away – it’s not cool I can count down in hours instead of months).

13 thoughts on “3 days and counting.

  1. I’m 10 days away from my first and can totally relate to your opening paragraph. I’ve even had dreams that I sleep in and don’t get to the start in time. I just know that I’m going to be the biggest bitch during taper week with all that energy and nothing to do…and don’t even get me started on pudgy I’m going to feel by race day. Good luck!

    • Good luck in 10 days! How are you feeling about the race in general? I keep flitting between wanting to go for time (pointless, since it’ll hardly be record breaking) and wanting to go just to finish and enjoy myself.

      By the way, I’ve also had the sleep-in nightmare. Great way to wake yourself up instantly…. at 3 in the morning. 🙂

      • I’m scared shitless! But I’ve done everything I can to be ready. I just want to finish and enjoy it…and I don’t want to be one of those poor buggers that is barely moving by the end. Looking forward to hear how it goes for you.

  2. That’s disappointing about the wedding, but definitely for the best and it’s one less thing to worry about. I’d say go for a run to get rid of your stress but you can’t!

  3. I’m actually jealous that you’re freaking out. I remember very fondly that last week before my first marathon where I could barely eat without wondering how it would affect my performance. I remember (miraculously) getting a good night’s rest before continuing the festival of jitters.

    What can I say? Enjoy it!

    • Ha ha, I’m actually amazed you bother reading my novice nerve-feed at all! I feel like I’m polluting everyone’s inbox with my drivel.
      I’ve pretty much planned my entire Saturday (including a one hour cruise on Loch Ness, and, obviously, food), so at least I should be too occupied to worry too much (ha!).
      And I’ll try my best!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s