I’ve officially got only 11 weeks to go in my marathon training, and I am officially freaking out. I was training pretty good until the week before Thanksgiving. Yes, I blame it on that. We went out of town and then came home with the sniffles and the wheezers and the snotties. Of course I couldn’t run, because I felt a little bad. And I had to take care of the family. Mommy’s the anchor, you know.
Honestly, I really couldn’t breathe, I could barely talk, I went through at least 6 boxes of tissue, and 3 bottles of NyQuil.
I’ll use any excuse to get out of the 17-miler I’m supposed to do. It’s pretty intimidating. The longest I’ve ever run is 13.1 miles. I know, 17 is only 4 more than 13, but I’m a scaredy cat.