Up at six a.m. so that eponymous, my father and I can run 26.2 miles. This is my sixth marathon. This is eponymous’s first. He has trained with me all year until the last month, when I got too sick to run for three weeks.
This last month has not been much for training. I am heavier than I want to be for this run. I have not trained by doing my long, long runs (18+ miles). However, I have done this race in even worse shape than I am now… so it’s possible. It won’t be FUN, but it will get done.
Tomorrow is going to be COLD and WINDY here in DC. Not two of my favorite conditions for running a marathon.
Then, I will come home, eat a little something, soak in a hot bath, nap, and then go get on an airplane and fly to London. As I have mentioned before, I am a very uneasy flier. Not so much a Jet Setter as a Jet Wetter.
However, considering that I will have run nearly 30 miles, I bet I will pass out the second we are airborne. I am probably going to take a Tylenol PM or two, too. I need to sleep as much as possible to rest after the ‘thon. I am gonna be a hurtin’ puppy in London if I don’t.