17 days to go

Last night I walked 15 miles just for the crack, I started walking and only turned for home when it felt right. Today I have two blisters which is my poor excuse for not running today.

Poor excuses this week:
Tuesday - Don't have time before going out to dinner and drinks. Plus I'll run on Thurs, Fri and Sun.
Wednesday - Hungover, though walk almost made up for it.
Thursday - Blisters and tired even though I slept 10pm through 11am last night.
Friday - Unicorns and pixies probably.

The long walk wasn't a bother, legs ached slightly but nothing to write about (sic). The 12.5 miles I managed last week was hard, and I don't know if realistically I could have forced myself to keep going for the same distance again.  It's dawning on me how far 26 miles is. Less than three weeks away, in a city I've never visited before. I'm doubting if I can do it. I don't want to fail. I want to complete the race, but I'm sitting here  making excuses to not go out and practice. I'm shying away from it because it's hard, as usual. One of the ideas behind this was to stick at it, something challanging, and feel a great sense of accomplishment at the end of it.

What I'm actually doing is the bare minimum and thinking about crying off from it.  Maybe this is just a bad day, I've not eaten much in the last few days so my energy is down - I've partied quite hard the last two nights as well so maybe tomorrow will be better and positive.

I can't think of anything worse than doing this Seattle Marathon and failing. This is going to be my Mum's birthday present, and what am I going to do if I can't make it 26 miles around the city?

Maybe I should run it, and if I fail I might learn something from it.

Definitely No Snickering today.