I have to say I am not liking this taper lark!! I have got into a routine of training hard, eating what I wanted when I wanted. I like training hard it gives me self discipline makes me feel good and gets me out of the house.
I looked at my schedule..........mmmmm 3 miles, is that it. Ok so its only 3 miles so I'm gonna hit it hard, I am going to run so hard that I will make myself sick. So thats what I did, first 2 miles were 7 minutes each then once I realise that I am actually running that fast I jinx myself and slow down but hey who am I kidding I cant sustain a pace that fast for long. Jinx my arse!!!! So 3 miles in 25.32. Good result feeling pretty smug!!! Bring on the marathon......................
Bad throat, sleepless night, feeling bit yuck??? I know I'll be fine Ive felt like this during training before. I just keep on running and it disappears. So I go again, easy 3 miles.........Bad move. I slowly get worse during the remainder of the day. My chest is on fire and I have a niggling dry cough. I sat on the sofa, vick smeared all over my chest, my nose running, lemsip in one hand and I start to cry. Cry in despair that after everything I have fought through in the last year, all the training, will be to no avail. Its here I have to mention the support of my hubsand and my new internet family, the tweat to the beat gang. Their words of support helped me through a moment of self doubt.
I managed to get a good nights sleep (valarian tea-bags are the bizz) and after sitting with my head in a bowl of hot water and vicks my chest has started to loosen. As I sit here, I think there is nothing on this earth that is going to stop me running that marathon and so what if I am a little run down, pain is only temporary but achievement will stay with you forever. Armed with manuka honey, echinacea, covonia, my chest is started to loosen, no more tight chest..............and a more postive attitude. I cant say its helped with the whole crying marlarky...........the slightest remark about the marathon brings tears to my eyes. My sons told me proudly that they would make me a banner and to their amazement I started crying. I am not sure why I am crying, its not sadness, what is that all about??
So tomorrow is Sunday, just 7 days to go....... and you know what I will be out doing my run, 10 miles. You might think noooooooo Michelle dont do it.......... but I have to, this taper lark is playing havoc on my mind and I need to run. Now I have loosened my chest, running will help me get rid of it.
There is one thing that I am very determined about and that is staying postive. I have come a really long way and nothing is going to stop me. I might be crying at the 'M' word but I am going to run it and I am not allowing any negative thoughts to worm their way into my head!!!