I've started this blog for the soul purpose of immediate running catharsis. As it turns out, not everyone is interested in my unnatural obsession for the sport of running, and seeing as I'm supposed to be resting for this Sunday's marathon, my marathon fixation has been limited to merely TALKING about running. Apparently, normal, non-running people would rather not hear about your racing strategies, especially while they are swilling down beer and the subject is avoiding too many potty stops, or trying to cross the finish line with ten toe nails.
Sure, I have running friends - those who understand what it's like to come home from a long run with one sock. However, as the race grows near, I find myself having to run less - Getting into the real mental challenge of the entire training process. Fears come up about the unexpected obstacles that might show up during your race - You've prepared as best you can, running more will just make you tired, so you sit on your ass and blog about it.
My apartment has become my running headquarters. My computer desktop adorned with ever changing, clever running cartoons, my mirror:dressed with a running man smiley face which is of course right at eye level, and the running quotes covering sticky notes that can be found scattered throughout my home. Thank God I live alone, I'm sure my mania can only be appreciated by other psychotic marathoners. Even then, it's questionable.
So in the next 4 days before the gun goes off, I will stuff my face with carbs, sleep ten hours a night, go through my silly routines, and probably scare off yet another classmate by sharing my experience with body glide - Some people just don't get it.
