In 3 days I'm running the Pittsburgh Marathon. It's my fifth marathon and hopefully my final attempt to qualify for Boston. I'm in the throes of some serious paranoid hypochondria--there's a pinched nerve in my back, my pinky toe hurt while I was swimming tonight, my nose is running and my throat is sore, my almost doctor sister diagnosed my foot with tendonitis via email and to top it all off, I need a pedicure. I know, it's serious. I should probably just quit while I'm ahead.
As an almost experienced marathon runner, I recognize the importance of having a cache of excuses to fall back on, just in case I don't achieve my goal. (WHICH I WILL. Or I won't But hopefully I will.) Sol is out of town this week, which adds to my mental insanity--I need someone to remind me of all the miles I've ran, and I how hard I have trained for this. I'm pretty sure I can do it--I just need to be reassured.
In an effort to avoid the... umm.... upset stomach that occasionally plagues me during long runs, I gave up Diet Coke as of 12:45 today. Yes, that's how serious I am about this race. I have not had a diet coke since yesterday afternoon. Hydration is my friend. I also didn't have ice cream last time I went to Chick-fil-a. WATCH OUT PITTSBURGH.
I don't think you can follow my race with text messages this time, but I did sign up for the race to magically tweet my splits. So if you periodically check in on the blog Sunday morning, you can see my progress in the twitter section of the sidebar. See, twitter is good for something!
And Sol--I'm really sorry there are no pictures here. Finley has been a whiny baby (although Copper cried more than Finn while I was swimming tonight) and hasn't allowed me to take any pictures of him. I think his molars are coming in and he misses his daddy. I miss his daddy too. Hurry home.