I nearly threw in the towel this morning. I had a one-hour threshold pace run on the treadmill to get through. As I started to warm up I thought “what the f*** am I doing here? I’m probably going to be the first recorded case of death by treadmill. Why don’t I just run easy? Why don’t I just read a book?” My inner voice is soooo persuasive. It should have been a lawyer.
It didn’t help that when I started coughing incessantly last night, not being able to bear the thought of getting through another sleep-deprived day, I took some of my precious codeine stash. I felt like a zombie when that alarm went off this morning. I should get some codeine-based cough syrup to take at night but I’m terrified of becoming addicted. It would be so easy. I would be that little old lady powering through a marathon clutching a bottle of cough syrup. One sip per kilometre should do the trick.
And every day the OG is getting stronger and faster. He knocked off a half marathon in 2:15 this last Sunday and then drove three hours home, unpacked and walked the dogs up the mountain. I, on the other hand, clocked a very slow time, a whole 20 minutes off where I should be if I want to qualify for the Big C, and I had sore legs for two days! I find his relentless progress and positivity intimidating. I may indeed have to turn to drugs.
Anyhoo, tomorrow is another day. Maybe I’ll feel fabulously fast…..