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!
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).