OH MY GAH!!!

The. Race. Is. In. Two. Days.

TWO DAYS!?


I think I just pooped my pants.

I should not even call it a "race" because I sure as heck will not be RACING anyone other than good ole' Mr. Will. Power.

After the delirium around mile 10 sets in, you'll see me on North Main Street doing the boxer dance... fists up... challenging Will and all his Power.

"You wanna go, Will? You wanna go? C'mon!? Is that all you got... I gotchoo... I gotchoo... I run faster than a cheap pair of pantyhose...."

(And yes, running makes me ghetto.)

In these final pre-race days, I've been doing what any good long distance runner (I am aspiring... a wannabe if you will) does the week before a long race. Its a week of healthy gluttony. (Sort of.)

I am psyching myself up with copious amounts of carboyummyhydrates. Normally, I am beating myself up for eating too many carbs but doctor's orders clearly state... CARBO LOAD! (Picture me headed to my kitchen in banzai fashion, with machete and all!)

Everyday this week, I've had a bagel for breakfast. A bread sandwich with a bag o chips for lunch. A potato for a snack. And pasta with a loaf slice of bread for dinner...

I kid, I kid. I've been eating healthy and balanced. Whole grains, veggies, fruit, protein, etc. Blah blah blah...

It is also taper week which means I am running very little distance at low intensity. The idea is to get your body into a rested state to regain the strength and chemical balance in your muscles (and brain!).

So far this week:
-> Monday: 3mi Easy / Abs
-> Tuesday: strength train legs
-> Wednesday: 3mi Moderate / Abs
-> Thursday: rest
-> Friday: 2.5 mi Moderate / Abs
(I've been following this plan from Runners World.)

But, carbo loading + tapering = I am going to be a blivit by the time the race gets here.

The combination of running and eating healthy has become a bit of a security blanket for me. I am fit (and frickin fabulous) because of my routine. So, changing it up and lessening the intensity is SCARY to me. I am not good with change (agreed Katie?) so I've been sort of a mental patient with this week's regiment. I am concerned that I am going to fall off the wagon, whack my head, scrape my elbows, and be so traumatized that I will never get back to my routine. Yes, I am dramatic and no, I am not hormonal. (Ok, maybe a little but you're not allowed to point that out... so you just shhhhuuush!)

Am I the only one to struggle with the concept of tapering? I understand it (sort of) but I just don't how this is making me more ready for Sunday. I am just trusting the 8 million sources that have told me so.

So - as I delve into my weekend, logging off the bloggy blog, I wish me well. If I don't come back, I've loved all 4 or 5 or maybe 6 of you, out there.

If you don't hear from me on Monday, send help!