I have a half marathon on Sunday and if you saw me today you would probably want to place a large bet on the fact that there is no way I am crossing the finish line. You see, my gluteus maximus is a wee bit sore. As well as the fronts of my thighs. And I might be moving kinda slowly, perhaps even at a 90 year old man's pace. In fact, it might not be a lie if I said that when I go to the bathroom I have to let myself drop down onto the toilet as my ability to slowly and gently lower my ass is gone. And once I'm down at toilet level I might be having issues getting back up. My kingdom for a raised toilet seat!
Yesterday I met my trainer and, while she swore that she wouldn't work me so much that I would be sore, I am sore. Like went to my car before lunch and dug out a pair of flip flops (to wear at the office! The shame!) because I just couldn't walk in heels for another step. Actually I could take another step, but it would have been a zombie shuffle type step and that's not very professional. But then, neither are flip flops as office attire. Either way I fail at getting a pay raise. crap.
Other than the soreness, I feel prepared for this race. My knee is recovering nicely and my foot hasn't hurt in a week or so. I haven't been able to run as many short runs during the week as I would like because of the banged up knee, but I think I'll be okay. I might not finish the half in my ideal time, but I'm happy as long as I finish it. And being able to lower myself gently onto the port-a-potties along the race course would be an added bonus since I will die if I fall in. Literally die. Would you come to my funeral?