I"ve been sick as a dog for the past 10 dayish, which means no running in the past 10 dayish because I couldn't breathe/broke into a coughing fit every five seconds. I'm really nervous about my marathon now. It's this Saturday (AHHH!!!!) and I feel like my training has slacked off quite a bit since I've gotten to school.

I went running this morning and my legs were feeling pretty fatigued by the end and it was only a shorty...just three miles. Makes me wonder how I'm every going to complete 26.2.

I'm really upset about the missed training time, but there wasn't much I could do. Some god-awful virus whipped around my apartment. Everyone got it, except my one lucky roommate who was popping vitamin C like it was her job.

I'm sure I'll still be able to finish, just not as well as I had hoped. It's my first marathon ever and I keep saying it's not about the time it's about crossing the finish line, but at the same time I want to know I did my best.

I guess I'm just nervous. 26.2 miles is quite a bit. But I'll finish. It'll be slow. It'll probably be painful. But I'll cross the finish line.

A bunch of my friends are coming to cheer me on and my roommates are making me a big sign. Haha they're the best. So I'll definitely have something to look forward to when I cross the finish line.

Oh and my mom decided in the summer that she was going to enter the half-marathon. (She's walking not running, she ripped her hamstring a few years back and hasn't been able to really run since.) We're hoping to finish around the same time because her race starts about 2 hours after mine, and I'll be going good and slow.

One thing I'm not looking forward to is the week after my marathon. I have four midterms in three days and I'm pretty sure marathon weekend won't allow for any studying to get done. That's going to be a rough week.