Well I guess I knew it would happen sooner or later. I’ve had 2 Boston-induced crying jags today. Both of them spurred on by sweet, pep-talk-type emails from friends who’ve been in my shoes.
Now I know this is overly dramatic but in my Boston-obsessed delerium, one minute I am proud and grateful for the whole experience, the next I’m wondering why the heck I’ve pursued this goal at all. It seems as if I’ve been slowly climbing a mountain (yes, a very high one) savoring the views as I ascend. But now I’m nearing the top and when I look back and see how far I’ve come I’m simply overwhelmed. And frightened because how on earth do I get down??
The good news is I continue to sleep like a stone. This is great on 2 fronts: 1 can you even begin to imagine how nutso I’d be if I were sleep deprived? and 2 I can use all the HGH (human growth hormone) production I can get for my ever-recovering body.
I decided to give my achy IT band a break today and push my run off til tomorrow. I spent some quality time with my foam roller and went to a Pilates class instead and I’m happy to say the angry body parts cooperated nicely. I swear after this odyssey I’ll be conversant enough in ischeal tuberosities, hamstrings, IT bands and the like to give the finest of sports docs a run for the money.
I’ve done a packing list and I guess I should be getting started on that since this week gets hairier as it progresses. Plus it’ll be a welcome diversion from my incessant Boston weather checks. The madness continues.
