I knew the month of May would be gone before I knew it. I knew I had a lot of things to take care of between traveling, marathoning, and deadlines.
I did not, however, know that all of this put together would make me more apathetic and less inclined to continue training. And now, along with eight of my running friends, I have a 200-mile relay to perform in Massachusetts this weekend. Ergo, it’s race week.
Originally, I was going to be a part of last year’s relay, and as luck would have it, my plans fell changed due to unforeseen circumstances, so I signed up for the 2012 race in January. Finally, I was running a relay! Excitement ensued.
Last week, as teammates do, we gathered at a bar for beers, camaraderie, and general talk of what was to be expected for the weekend. Still in travel mode, I wasn’t really with it, and I found myself looking at a spreadsheet of everyone’s legs to run for the weekend, and talking about what to expect (not much sleeping, hallucinations, and mass quantities of body odors).
‘Hooray!’ I thought. ‘Camaraderie and B.O.! This is exciting. I have plenty of time to get back on my training. After all, it’s over a week away. Plenty of runs to be had. Somebody please pass the nachos.’
Looking over my training on DailyMile, I have run precisely 21 miles in the last three week time period.
How many miles am I running during the 24-hour relay? 20.42.
So let’s review what has happened over the last three weekends: Kentucky Derby Marathon, travel for a trade show, attend a wedding. And now it’s time to run a relay. A relay that I thought would be no problem for I would still be in post-marathon glory. And, apparently, my post-marathon glory has involved pig face, bone marrow, and drinking wine on a beach.
I have grown nervous about my upcoming performance. What am I really to expect? What about bathrooms? And nutrition? What happens if I drop the baton which is actually a slap bracelet or so I’ve been told? Have I forgotten how to drive? WHAT IF I GET
INJURED HIT BY A CAR? DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOUR EGO GETS THE BEST OF YOU?
I did not think this through.
Calm down, Lewis. You signed up for this. It’s going to be a fun weekend filled with continuous running.
I will not disappoint my teammates. I will, however, apologize in advance should I have severe narcolepsy and fall asleep during the middle of an 8 mile leg.
I will also probably be told by His Lordship that I’m “overreacting” and “being a girl.”
Reach the Beach Relay begins in three days. Lock and load.