I know I’m supposed to be tired at this point of the marathon training, Internet People, but yesterday and today I’ve felt more like death wrapped in a tortilla than just tired. I know I’m not over-training; everything is going just as planned and I’m doing so well (even considering I’m currently running at snail speed, which is only temporary and I’m going to run like a demon on race day, I’m sure.) I feel stronger than I’ve ever felt and I’ve trained harder for this marathon than any other, and if things go as planned I’m fairly certain I’ll do well.

I’m not sure if the hurricane winds have brought something through or not, but my sinuses feel like they might explode if I tilt my head the wrong way. I’m going to try and do my 18-mile run on Tuesday, back to sprint work on Thursday and then I’m running a 20k on Sunday.

I did try and run my 18-miles today, but about 15 minutes into the run Massoman turned to me and told me I should go home because I wasn’t doing myself any good. He was right. I turned around walked back to my car, sorted my recycling and drove home and went back to bed.  (I was parked by the recycling station and my stupid town does not recycle)

Three more long runs before I taper – and I do love the taper.

Update: Even though I’m tired, this made me laugh. From my sister’s blog, and it’s hysterical: