I'm still alive. I'm still running Boston, even though it's going to be a complete and utter shitshow. I am massively undertrained and in constant pain from both of my posterior tibs, but hey! It'll be fun, right?
I wrote a big long emo post a few weeks ago about how frustrated I was with all this -injuries, thyroid-induced craptasticness, etc, but I decided not to post it. It came off as whiny and stupid. I've kind of become numb to the situation I think. I hate that I'm going to be representing my team in such a crappy way, I hate that 26.2 miles is a LONG time to think about how undertrained you are, and I hate that I stupidly made a bet that means if I run a personal worst (pretty much a given), I have to take a double shot of chile pepper tequila. (Bad Idea with a capital B.)
But I really don't feel like talking about it much. Much as I love writing about running when running is good...I hate writing about it when it's bad. And folks, it's been bad lately. I can count on 2 hands the number of runs I've had in the past 2 months where I actually felt like a runner. So once this marathon is over, it's time to get my legs healthy, rediscover what I love about this sport, and overhaul my training. It's time to be a runner again.
Oh, and I'll let you know how Boston goes. All I can say is I'm going to do my best to have fun.