That's a lie, it isn't three weeks to go, in three weeks time I will have finished all of this madness and running insane distances will no longer be part of my life any more. And right now that is about the only thought that is keeping me at all sane.
Another thought that is keeping me going: after my 20 mile run tonight my next longest distance will be the marathon itself. I am looking forward to a few weeks off from such long runs (last week 20 miles took me three and a half hours - that is a long long time to be out pounding the pavement!) and I think I might have mentally recovered just in time to tackle the actual distance on the 13th.
But now the fear is setting in. What if I can't do it, what if I don't complete it? What if it is as hot as it was last year, how will I run if it is 30 degrees? What if my knee gives up and decides it doesn't want to do the whole thing? I really am starting to worry...
But then I have read the latest copy of Marathon News - I just have to 'trust my training' - I have been out there, run the distances, done Mil Fit in the rain, sleet, hail and snow (yes, really, I got caught in the weekend blizzard at Mil Fit on Saturday - joy!) pounded around Regent's Park, worn a small path home from the office, jogged past others on my way round the bridges of the Thames. I really have stuck it out this time, so I guess now I just have to wait until I get there, lace up my trainers one last time and get going on the longest run of all my training...
And then, in three weeks time, I'll be done, and possibly complaining that I have nothing to do the whole time... well, I say that, I will be able to drink again, so actually I might just be in an alcoholic coma for the first fortnight at least trying to make up what I missed!
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