Because Jim
and I will be gone for Easter, we wanted to spend a little quality time with
our youngest, Gracie during her spring break from school this week. We got a hotel for two nights that has a pool. It is all that is needed for a twelve year
old. The hotel is only about an hour
from our house. That is all that is
needed for my husband. And there is a
mega-shopping area of outlet stores close by.
That is all that’s needed for me.
I wasn’t
able to run any more than two miles yesterday (supposed to do twelve but my
knee said no). I did ride the Schwinn Air
dyne for thirty minutes… which is better than a sharp stick in the eye. And while that can be very stressful to me- I
have the experience of two finished marathons and virtually no running two
weeks out for either one, so I am going to go with a positive attitude that
everything will come out all right in the wash.
It is
always good to have a past experience to fall back on to set everything to
rights, like for instance, one of the BIGGEST things that stressed me out
before both my marathons was the “having to go potty” issue. You think about these types of things a lot when
you are training. I really worried about
not getting the job done before I would have to “hasten” to the starting
line. I had anxiety attacks about having
to pee while I ran- I have found in my vast experience it’s pretty tough
running when you have to cross your legs!
The biggest
and most time consuming thing I do when prepping to head out to run or race is
pottying. I just have to think about commencing
and the ol’ bladder ramps up- I turn into one of Pavlov’s drooling dogs with
the enticement of food. Peeing is my
natural byproduct from running.
Before my
first marathon my dear husband Jim sure had to do a lot of hand holding and therapy
sessions about it because God forbid I had to actually stop and use a port-a-john. I do not understand what would have been the
big deal, but who can sort out my troubled mind. I’ve given up trying, and so has Jim. I don’t think I’m the only one in the same
boat because you should see the throng of humanity pre-race, all lined up to
use the sentinel rows and rows of pottys.
You drink
in the fluids, and it comes right on out the other end. Like a merry-go-round.
But due to
my past experience I have learned that I am completely equipped to weather the
storm because during the entire four hour journey in Chicago, I had to pee like
a race horse. (Even though minutes
before I had gone.) No matter, I thought
I would hit one of those early johns along the route, but everyone else had the
same notion, and I didn’t want to stand around and wait. I would just run on to the next. Until I think what happened was I reabsorbed
my pee, all the way up into my brain maybe.
The point
to all this talk on my bodily functions is that everything seems to work itself
out one way or another. As I’m heading
into my final two weeks, I will have to keep repeating that mantra to try and
convince myself that it will all be okay.
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