It's the final countdown

Excuse me while I go wretch. I am freaking out. I'm afraid I have ruined my body to save my foot. Maybe "ruined" isn't the correct term, but the fact is, I feel out of shape. I missed 2 long runs and a couple of short runs, too. And after all that my foot was still sore during my 2.7 mile run last night. Still, I am going to be out there Sunday morning, and while the thought of that may cause a panic attack, it still beats the disappointment of not getting out there at all. That would probably be too much to bear.

Anyway, back to my 2.7 mile run. It felt harder than it should have, I think. And yes, I ran faster than I will be Sunday, but it definitely made me even more nervous than I already was (and I didn't think that was possible). Plus my foot started hurting, and worse than it did last week during my 4 mile run. Thankfully it doesn't hurt today, and it didn't hurt last night as bad as it didn't a couple of weeks ago.

I found a couple to run with last night, and I am going to try to stay with them Sunday. Although I have been training for 4 months, I still have essentially zero ability to pace myself. Their pace is something I can probably hang with. Plus, if I spend too much time by myself during runs, I start getting a little nutso, meaning the bad thoughts start rolling in.

Speaking of nutso, I MAY have looked up last year's results to see what the likelihood of me coming in last was. Luckily, I think I will be OK on that front, providing my foot just stops working or something. I say I don't care about my time, and I don't . . .mostly. I really just want to finish, I would just prefer to not come in last.

One thing that is easing my anxiety, at least slightly is that I am hitching a ride with Kyle's mom Sunday morning. She, stepFIL, SIL, and stepSIL are running the relay and they offered to pick me up. One less thing to worry about.

I will be glad when this is all over and I'm holding my finisher's medal in my hot little hand.

Ooh one thing I am very excited about is my running buddy (I still call her that even though she has gotten considerably faster than me recently) is going to do the Hyde Park Blast training group. Woo hoo! I am looking forward to it. I'm even hoping to get my mom out there.