12 more days.
My current hobbies include:
- Obsessing over absolutely every slightly sore muscle, minuscule twinge, itch, sneeze, hang nail, etc. Runner’s hypochondria is a fascinating thing.
- Actively avoiding WebMD. See above.
- Choking back vomit when anyone mentions my marathon/other marathons/a footrace of any distance/someone they saw running down the street.
- Staring slack-jawed at the calendar that has the remainder of my training program written out on it. Even though I’ve read it at least 700 times and could recite it in my sleep.
- Planning, re-planning, and re-planning my outfit.
- Planning, re-planning, and re-planning my playlist. Including – but not limited to – spending $10 on Don Henley’s Greatest Hits because I heard “Dirty Laundry” on the radio the other day, decided that my entire race was hinging on this one song, and wouldn’t let the fact that it was listed as Album Only on iTunes stop me. (Luckily I pink puffy heart Don Henley.)
And most recently:
- Watching the extended weather forecast with the same sort of deranged fervor that I imagine is usually reserved for people who chase tornadoes for a living.
Here is it, y’all:
My weather for the morning of May 25.
I’m choosing to ignore the part about the “RealFeel” being 81 degrees. WTF is a “RealFeel”? That’s never accurate anyway, is it? No wind is good! 56% humidity isn’t terrible. I would have preferred overcast, but it’s better than rain. Right? Can someone explain “Dew Point” to me please? And visibility…does that mean I can see the finish line when I’m 10 miles away from it?! Thank goodness I just got a new visor and if the trail up there is anything like it is down here, there will be some shade! I LIKE SHADE. SHADE IS GOOD.
Anyinsaneoutburst, I went out for my final 12 – which was horrible I might add…I’m SO SORE – on Saturday morning and the weather was a little like that forecast up there. It was my warmest long run since Florida and I was way overdressed. For some dumbass reason I thought 3/4 length pants with calf sleeves were a good idea and by mile 9 I looked like an unfortunate dunk tank victim. I’m pretty glad it happened that way though because I learned a valuable lesson. This winter had me so used to wearing ALL THE CLOTHES and I guess I don’t need to do that anymore.
So as you can see…the taper crazies have officially begun.
What is your favorite kind of running weather? Do you like Don Henley? It’s totally normal for me to be freaking out like this, right? RIGHT!?
(Happy Tuesday, wonderful friends!)