I do not know what is wrong with me this week. I do not want to run. And even when i start running, rather than just accept its fate, my body has been fighting me. I feel overly tired and groggy, and no amount of coffee helps at this point. I'm not sure if i am sick (no one around me is sick?) Not recovered from the 20-miler (i feel significantly worse now, sitting here, than i did at mile 18...) or if i am just burnt out (30 days until race day...) Either way, my body totally and utterly failed me last night. At mile 4. MILE 4? I was literally hobbling the last half mile. Nothing is injured, but my entire body just hurts as of late. This is really not the time for my entire body to fail. On the plus side, this week was a scheduled cut back week anyway, so now its just a mega cut back week. Everyone always says that you can easily miss a week of training and still be fine on race day, but that is a scary, scary thought.
When i was licking my wounds from such an awful run last night, Matt made me a nice and healthy dinner
He made the salmon and kale, and i made the fried green tomatoes. Granted, fried green tomatoes aren't particularly healthy, but we had to use the tomato, and i apologize for nothing.
While i am mostly just exhausted (and partially sick too - i just had a sneezing fit all over my keyboard) I am starting to panic that everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. What if i get sick?? What if i pull a muscle, or roll my ankle? What if my knee acts up? What if i put on 20 lbs of candy weight before race day?? What if a develop a freak allergy to kale???
When any of these things happen, they call it murphy's law. Although years ago, it was unofficially changed to "Rockwell's Law" because as a general rule for me and my family, if it can happen, it will happen. So, as an attempt to not let my whininess overcome my unwavering sense of humor at my own expense, here are a few of murphy's laws for us running folk.
Watch your back, Murphy - I'm coming for you. Like a honey badger.