SO...my dad recommended that I rest for at least three days. He said there was no sense running my marathon in the weeks leading up to the real thing. He also said that I'd never finish if I couldn't make it past the start line. He was right...unfortunately. Today is my third day...and I am climbing the walls. Elliptical machines set at the hardest level interval program are not cutting it. I miss the cold air in my lungs...I miss the dull pain in my legs after a long or hard run...I did not realize that running had become such a positive outlet for me. I told Neil today that I think I've become depressed. Its strange. I need a run. NEED it. My shins feel great thanks to ice and motrin...AND I have NEW SHOES....I am counting down the hours until tomorrow's run. I don't normally talk about aches and pains....I absolutely LOATHE pity...I probably would have made a pretty good marine. I prefer someone yelling at me to toughen up and run anyway than to rest..HA! Am I weird?
Finally...stay posted...I'm running the Turkey Strut in Winston on Thursday morning...good times! Its only a 5K but I'm interested to see how I'll do!
Happy Thanksgiving to you all...too bad carb loading pre marathon has been proven pretty ineffective. I was really hoping to eat my weight in my aunt's cranberry apple casserole.