It’s the week before the race. You’ve done all of your training and are in the shape of your life. It’s time to take it easy physically, visualise the win (or finish) and get all of the sleep and food you can. Easy! Er, no.
Your legs feel like lead on even your shortest, slowest runs. In fact, especially your shortest slowest runs.
On the runs that you do have, you have to wear kit that isn’t your favourite because just like when you’re about to go on holiday, all your best stuff is washed and not to be used UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.
Your knee starts hurting despite the fact that you’ve never had a knee injury in your life. “Where did you come from?!” you shout at it. It doesn't reply.
“Carb load for your life!” they said. “No, carb deplete, THEN carb load!” the others said. You end up eating chocolate because you’re not sure if they’re carbs or not but you like chocolate and then you feel a bit sick.
You start to wake up at 6am every morning having dreamt about the race. (Last year before my big race I genuinely dreamt that I was in a 300-mile race and beat Robbie Britton in a sprint finish. In the actual race he didn’t finish so I won. Although to be fair, he didn’t start either…)
Your bed becomes less of a place to sleep and more of a place to lay out your kit. And it doesn’t matter how many times you check the mandatory kit list against what’s on the bed, you always feel like you’ve forgotten something.
Work is something you do only very occasionally, between checking Twitter, Facebook and Instagram for news, reassurance and photos of other runners doing the race. Should I start drinking beetroot juice now too? Should I have done Maffetone training? Why didn’t I recce more of the route?!
You search online for reports of the race you’re about to do and read them over and over in the hope of picking up vital tips when all it will really do is get you even more nervous and excited about it. Still, it beats working eh?
You check the weather forecast every hour on the hour. And it changes every hour on the hour. You look at your potential shoe choices and change your mind every hour on the hour. You sigh and update the weather page.
- You ask everyone you meet what they’re up to at the weekend in the hope that they ask you in return so you can tell them you’re running TO THE MOON or however far it is you’re going, YOU BLOODY HERO.