Monday....L7.4 (I had to get home and bathe the kids so that last 0.6 got scrapped.)
Tues......R4 (Football practice was over, so R5 became R4.)
Thurs....L8 (No excuses. Actually did 8.)
I think this is week 14. I had my last Physical Therapy session this week. Still ice-ing and stretching daily. Tapering feels good. I haven't even had that "Am I losing my fitness level" panic yet. I was sick of the really long runs. However, when I look at that countdown, and how close the days are getting until the race, I am kind of nauseated. Not scared yet, just a sick feeling because I dread the anxiety that I am going to feel on October 9th---the day before.
So I focus on the mundane: What kind of shirt should I wear? Where can I find cute running shorts with pockets? Can I really fit all of my "gear" into a carry-on? (The Trooper thinks I should not check luggage.) I fought him at first, but it's actually not a bad idea. What if they lost something, like my running shoes? I'm also starting to stress about leaving the kids. I've never done that before. If ever there were a weekend that my nerves could use a glass of wine---this is it. And I can't because I need to be hydrated and at optimum physical functioning. (Sigh.)
Traci pointed out something funny. The after-marathon party starts at 10am. The marathon starts at 7:30am. Um.....2 1/2 hours for 26.2 miles........really? On the flipside of the coin, our husbands ought to be able to eat lunch before we even show up. (Smile)