Another exhausting day. I complain, but truth be told, I like to be busy and feel like I contribute something for my efforts.
I’m trying not to think about the countdown to my marathon; I can’t believe it’s looming now. The taper is in full swing along with my appetite and my nerves. My head is freaking out and lectures me every day about how insane I am to think I can do this thing. I try to ignore her, but she is a relentless Nervous Nelly. She’s completely disconnected herself from the rest of my body, which is well-trained and knows exactly what to do. If she had a set of shoulders I would shake them and look her square in the eye and tell her to calm down and shut the fuck up.
My schedule is off – lower miles, missing workouts with Coach, and longer days at work. The rest of me reacts like Rain Man when he can’t buy his Hanes boxer shorts at K-Mart. I don’t know what to do when I’m not doing what I always do.
But tomorrow is my beloved Arm Day, and come hell or high water, nothing will interfere with that. Have I mentioned how much I love Arm Day?
Good things are in motion all around me, and I remain grateful and happy. The dream still hasn’t left my head, thank goodness.
Off to bed for a quick episode of Spartacus and a good night’s sleep so I’ll have lots of energy for doing all those bicep curls. And for watching them. Dear god in heaven…
Unwritten 
The taper is the hardest part! Mentally it can ruin u Lisa! Trust in your journey and your training. You will ace it!
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