I ran 20 miles on Saturday. Well, ran some, walked some, walked some more. Let's just say there was 20 miles of mostly forward movement. My race is still a month away, but I was feeling good with a 20 mile slog under my belt. Sunday I took it easy like a good girl and my body is really recovering suprisingly well.
And then.... and then... I went crazy. Wednesday is the 4th of July so my gym isn't open. So of course I went this morning. And I felt tired, but it's ok. And Monday is also group run day so I'll did that too. Oops. About three miles in my knee gripes a little at me. Weird. It happens again
What if I can't run this race?
What if I can't run ever again?
I just started a stupid blog about running! If I don't run it will be the dumbest blog that ever Blogged!
Why did I just suffer through 20 miles of running in 90+ degree heat if I can't run the stupid race?
Who am I if I can't run?
Then I took a walk break. I began breathing. I've had some aggravated scar tissue in my knees before. Ice the knee, do some at home Graston (oh admit it, you do it too), Ibuprofin, and rest. I really shouldn't have tried a double workout day so close to a 20 mile run. It will be ok. It will be ok. It will be ok.
This is one of the things that drives me nuts about Marathons. They still feel so big that they insight hysteria in me. And I'll be honest, I'm borderline hysterical on most days (lucky husband). Marathons just seem to bring out the extra crazy.
So not only am I training my body to run 26.2 miles, I'm trying to get my feeble mind to the starting line so that my body can do what it's trained to do. Stupid minds. Why they got to think so much?