So at 7:05 tomorrow morning, I'm scheduled to run the Red Mountain 30K. (That's 18.6411 miles, just in case you're wondering. And don't think that the .0011 doesn't count--after 18 miles, it certainly does.) I ought to be feeling excited, anxious, jittery, pumped---instead all I feel is Ugh.
18+ miles. Ugh. 5:15 am packet pick-up. Ugh. Ninety degree weather with a heat advisory. Ultra ugh.
I'm tired. Right now the thought of walking all the way upstairs to put on my jammies and brush my teeth is so exhausting that I'd rather stare at a computer screen. Droopy-eyelid Ugh.
I feel heavy. I eat when I'm stressed (and boy am I stressed), which leads to weight gain, which makes me feel depressed, so I eat more because then I feel better. Gotta love the cycle. Definitely-need-more-ice-cream Ugh.
I feel inadequately trained. While I've managed to complete my long runs, I've missed plenty of midweek training runs. When running the marathon last year, I could look back on my training schedule to give myself confidence. This time, not so much. Uh-oh Ugh.
And let's not forget the greasy restaurant pizza that I had for dinner. I think that would qualifies as a what-in-the-world were-you-thinking Ugh.
Oh dear. Wish me luck tomorrow. I'm going to need it. In the meantime, I think I'll grab a pillow and snuggle in right here on the downstairs floor....