Wait, let me rephrase that…
My body literally feels like it was run over by a heard of gazelles, my brain is locked on the frick’in term I coined (auto-commit) and I cannot stop eating – Nom Nom Nom!
This can only mean one thing: Peak training.
The last two weeks have been tough. I’ve reached that point where I’m fed up! After four months of committed training; consistently pushing myself and my limits, all I want to do is run the damn race. I’m tired of the 5:30am cross training workouts, spending my Sunday afternoons spooning my foam roller and trying to force swollen feet into appropriate footwear for the office. I’ve seen more blisters than I can count, had some interesting fuel experiments (resulting in frequent visits to the bathroom) and with the warmer weather rolling in, I’ve been re-introduced to Mademoiselle Chaffing!!!
Alright, that was my 30 second personal-pitty-party/ rant! Sometimes we need to express our frustration, but here’s a little tip my grandma taught me that I want to share. It’s called “Take 5 minutes”.