I Am Shitting Myself Before Running The Waterside Half Marathon 2012
Tomorrow I run the Waterside Half Marathon and I’m seriously shitting myself about it. I’ve spent this week getting totally wankered on pizza, Lindor Truffles and butter candy. I’ve only ran three times this and on each occasion I’ve wanted to stop almost immediately.
I forgot how much of a fucking pain it can be to get up to jog in the morning before work.
On the upside, tomorrow will mark my 10th race overall and it’s hard to believe. I would have thought by now that I would’ve got used to the pre-run tension, but it doesn’t seem to be the case.
I will spend tomorrow morning frantically pacing my hotel room trying to find a way out of running. Funnily enough, I find the two hours before a half marathon to be worse than the half marathon itself.
Once I’m out there and moving, nothing else seems to matter. Apart from the thought of tripping and falling on my face. It’s just that before the start the doubts start to fester in my mind and I don’t help myself by drinking 2 litres of Monster or Relentless energy drink in an hour.
The best bit is the post-race shenanigans. I’m always buoyant, unless my nipples or my inner legs have been making love to one another for 21 fucking kilometers. Then I’ll feel sore and it’ll take as least 3 pints of Abbot Ale to ease the pain.
Today I managed a rather slow paced 6.5 mile run in 67 minutes. I was debating on whether to run or not today, seeing that the race is so close but I thought what the hell and went out for a slow one.
It was the best run of the week, so here’s hoping that my luck continues on into tomorrow!