Today, Tuesday, is 26 days until my 26.2. And I’m… excited. Not too nervous yet. I know I’ll finish. It might not be in the time I want, but hell, I’ve been THERE before. Mostly I think I’m too crazy busy work wise to focus much on it.
I had ZERO pain the day after my 23 mile run. Weird. And then I tripped and skinned the fuck out of the top and bottom pad of the big toe on my right foot. Lovely. It was actually spurting blood as a neighbor was talking to me. Lovely. It hurt like hell yesterday. Today it isn’t as bad. It should be better by Thursday.
Which is good as I am doing hill repeats on Thursday.