I’m going to be running 26.2 miles on Sunday, and for some reason, I haven’t started freaking out yet. In fact, I don’t even taste vomit when I think about it. I think that being sick for the last three weeks has made me realize that just finishing the race will be monumental. Talk to me on Saturday though, and I will be a total wreck.
I started antibiotics on Thursday and I’m still feeling under the weather. My throat has even started to hurt again, and I was up until 2 a.m. scratching every inch of my body because of some wierd reaction. Lovely.
I ran my last 20 miler with a body full of sick and managed a personal best, so what’s another 6.2 miles…right? I can always collapse when it’s over.
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You’re going to do a great job :) I have confidence in you!
Good luck! I admire what determination you have to train and run this marathon. You’ll do great!
I am so excited for you, and slightly jealous. I ran Chicago two years ago and had a blast. I ran my second marathon this past spring and can’t help but feel like I am missing out a little not running Chicago on Sunday.
The excitement of race day and energy of the spectators will make you forget all aches and pains. GO ERIKA!
I’ll be thinking of you this weekend. Good luck and have fun!
Best of luck on Sunday!
Best of luck in Chicago on Sunday! I’ll be running too… it will be my first!
Been thinking about you all weekend & can’t wait to hear how it went… You’re still fabulous no matter how you finished!