Day 4,363—Last Day of March—

 

       I am not one hundred percent yet, but I woke up on time and made it outside for a short run. I was moving way too slowly for how tired I was getting, which is usually not a good sign. It was warm this morning, but if this week is anything like last week, it might be freezing by midnight. It was almost a year ago that I did the 200-mile run. Something that still baffles me and makes the 100-mile runs seem somehow less than they are.

        I am ready to rewrite my calendar to show the last two months of school and let the countdown start for weeks and days, because it won’t be long now, and as much as I must do, I know I am spending a lot of time dreading it. Much more time than it will take me. I must admit, part of me right now is angry with my body. Why is it not functioning like normal!? Not a lot I can do about it, but just when my lips finally heal now, I am feeling like this. I'm happy my voice is mostly back, but I can tell it is right on the cusp.

        I look down at my watch while in the park, shocked by how slowly I'm moving, given the effort I am feeling. I really did not want to take much time off in April to recover, but I might have to with the Marathon a week from Saturday. I might have to try to take it easy for the rest of the week, but I don’t want to.