Thursday is coming to an end, which means my marathon is that much closer. I’ll be running on Sunday, and I’m not exaggerating when I say every ache, sniffle and stomach lurch throws me into a panic. Somehow I forgot about my last two marathons where stomach issues threw me for a loop – but all my memories flooded back this week.
Am I ready? 100%.
Will I survive? YES.
Can my legs make it 26.2 miles? MOST DEFINITELY.
Will I do all I can to mentally prepare myself so that my stomach cooperates and stays calm. WITHOUT A DOUBT.
I can visualize running the route and crossing the finish line until I am blue in the face, but if I don’t get enough fuel the week prior and morning of, I am setting myself up for failure. And I refuse to let that happen. I’ve done it before, and you better believe I can do it again. Only faster.