I've been a little crazy myself. And not just with fears of all the contagious diseases I might contract from the creepos grabbing onto my hair. I've got my own little version of taper madness going on. It's a broken record of:
- 26 miles is too far for you to run. You're never going to make it.
- You think you're going to PR? Ha! Try PW.
- My leg hurts. Oh my gosh, I think I have a fever. Ow, what is wrong with my foot.
- Calm the hell down. You're going to run the marathon and you're going to do the best you can. Get over yourself.
Thankfully eating banana chocolate chip muffins shuts the crazy lady in my head up for a little while. I wonder what gaining five pounds between now and next Sunday will do for my race experience? Uh oh . . . now I've got to add the "I'm going to be too fat to run a marathon" to my litany of self-doubt.