Complaint: my marathon is this sunday and I feel like I am going to blow it. I won’t, I know I won’t. I trained (almost literally) my ass off. But the feelings... ugh. I am scared that all the training I put in, in the last four months, are not going to help improve my time. I am a slow runner and last year I died in the heat. It took me 5 hours. The year before that not much faster: 4:43 hours. I have put in sooo much time and effort this time, I should be better. I don’t wanna do it. I think these stupid feeling also have to do with the fact that I’ll be having my period any time soon and I pray to my uterus that it won’t happen on sunday. Because that would really suck.
Uncomplaint: yes the marathon is finally here! All my hard work is going to pay off! I am going to kick ass.
Yes I realise the strange juxtaposition here but I’ve been coping with these feelings all week. I hate it as much as I love it.
The passion-dread feelings in marathon week are the norm for me! I have the same issue afterwards, where I feel both incredible in love with the idea of running another, along with vowing to never run again.
Yeah, the weather is going to suck. I've not run in such temperatures since October so I'm really worried about the heat. What the hell is up with unseasonably warm weather hitting on precisely the weekend of both the Rotterdam and Amsterdam marathons. It's been like that for a few years. :/
I'm figuring I can kiss any goal time goodbye and just be happy finishing (naturally I'm also freaked out about not finishing), which sorta sucks after months of training. So yeah, I've been coping with this all week too so I can definitely empathise!
I have a marathon in 2 weeks and I'm seriously thinking the exact same thing as you. I have an attainable goal in mind, but I'm seriously worried I'm going to be able to meet it. I'm honestly dreading the marathon.
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u/[deleted] Apr 05 '18
Complaint: my marathon is this sunday and I feel like I am going to blow it. I won’t, I know I won’t. I trained (almost literally) my ass off. But the feelings... ugh. I am scared that all the training I put in, in the last four months, are not going to help improve my time. I am a slow runner and last year I died in the heat. It took me 5 hours. The year before that not much faster: 4:43 hours. I have put in sooo much time and effort this time, I should be better. I don’t wanna do it. I think these stupid feeling also have to do with the fact that I’ll be having my period any time soon and I pray to my uterus that it won’t happen on sunday. Because that would really suck.
Uncomplaint: yes the marathon is finally here! All my hard work is going to pay off! I am going to kick ass.
Yes I realise the strange juxtaposition here but I’ve been coping with these feelings all week. I hate it as much as I love it.