1. ARE WE THERE YET? Good grief, I hate tapering. My body is still waking up around the same time even when I try to sleep in, but my workouts are so short that I'm back home before the sun is really up. At least I can eat carbs now. I'm down to the last final few workouts, and doing all the pre-race testing things out that I usually do the week of a race. This morning I did a short run to test my clothes. Everything was great except I realized that I have no pockets and the old bike shorts I decided to wear are actually way too big and I laced up my speed laces way too tight so my feet were swollen and throbbing after 3 miles.
Last night I also did a short swim in my wetsuit. I asked someone to take my picture in the locker room afterwards. It was awkward.
Swimming in the wetsuit was okay, it made my chest feel tight, which made me very glad I had tested it out because I would have freaked out Saturday morning. I floated around and swam about 500 yards just to get the feel of it. I think I need to do what everyone tells me and yank it up a bit so it's not so tight around my neck, but otherwise, good.
Otherwise, I'm just making my lists and piles and buying extra body glide and counting granola bars and packing extra socks. I think I'm ready. Tomorrow will be a short swim and lots of stretching, and then we'll be on our way. The poet will be feeding updates into my twitter feed Saturday morning, if you are interested in following me around.
2. I finally had my appointment with the allergist. He tested me and then let me know that the amount of things I'm allergic to was impressive. Fabulous.
These are my arms, by the way. The only test I failed was cats and dogs. Hooray!
3. I've been suffering from a normal amount of taper craziness. On Tuesday evening, I pulled all the pictures off of my picture collage wall and re-did the entire wall. It looks like this now.
(Yes, we finally stalked the matching C&B chair home from the outlet). One of the things I added to the wall was this:
I printed out "run this amazing day" in huge letters and then took some blog posts with awesome comments and strung them all together in teeny tiny font and over-printed it. I love it. This blog, but more importantly, the people I've met through it, are so important to me. I can't really even remember what it was like to train and live my life without a) talking about it on the internet and b) all the support and kindness and love I receive from this community. I've gotten so many comments and tips and pieces of advice and emails wishing me good luck for this weekend, and I know I'll be thinking of all of you when I'm roasting and cursing my way through the last 13.1 miles of this race and just want to throw my running shoes into a bush and take a nap (this will definitely happen). Knowing that so many people are cheering me on is always part of the reason why I don't give up. I won't disappoint you on Saturday, I promise.