Lunacy

At the end of my taper for Philly, I definitely had a case of taper madness but I’ve been feeling so good this time around that I honestly thought I might escape it.  In fact, I was telling our running group on Saturday how excited I am and that I’m not even nervous at all.  Ha!  All it took was this weather thing to send me off my rocker.

This morning I woke up 45 minutes before my alarm and raced downstairs to check the forecast.  Yes that’s right, folks.  At 5:00 in the frickin’ morning I was so distressed about the forecast I saw yesterday for a date TWO WEEKS from now that I absolutely could not fall back asleep.  I had to know right that very instant whether the predicted temps were still comparable to the weather in Hell.  The answer – praise the lord – was no.  I promise I will not post silly and highly inaccurate weather updates every damn day from now until the marathon.  However, I’d just like to point out that in a matter of twelve hours, the forecast has shifted from 84 degrees with thunderstorms to 64 degrees and sunny.  Somewhere out there, a weatherman is trying to f*** with me and it’s working.

 Last night I also had my first official race nightmare.  In this dream, the heat had deterred most runners and there were only about 20 of us running the marathon.  I was at the starting line when I suddenly realized that I needed to bring some protein with me.  I ran back to the hotel but all I had was a piece of frozen, graying fish*.  I took it out of the freezer intending to come back for it once it was thawed and ran back to the starting line.  Suddenly, I remembered that I had put some bananas in my fuel belt.  Crisis averted.  But wait!  I reached in to get one and alas, it had melted from the heat.  Fortunately, this is where I woke up.

See what everyone in my life has to look forward to for the next 2 weeks?  The ravings of an absolute lunatic.  My common sense hath forsaken me.  I can only hope that the next 12 days will pass quickly and the weatherman will show some mercy.

*For the record, this part of my nightmare was generated by the clear tupperware container in our work fridge which contains an enormous piece of half-eaten graying salmon and a fork.  Said salmon has been sitting there for about a week but the fork inside the container leads one to believe that someone intends to come back for it.  If the fish carcass continues to sit there and decay, it may actually overtake the marathon in my nightmares.