I tossed and turned about the Sugarloaf Marathon last night and woke up still feeling badly and knowing what I had to do. This is not just a cold; I have some kind of virus that has sapped me of my energy. I was winded after walking from my car to the front door of the school this morning. I cannot run a marathon. It actually didn't feel like a choice because I am sick enough that it just isn't possible. I'm not running Sugarloaf.
I spent some time being mad at the universe and feeling sorry for myself (and crying just a little).
Over the course of the past 24 hours, I've been busy scheming, and I've come up with my back up plans and now I feel much, much better.
Plan A :
Run the Sugarloaf Marathon healthy and strong.
Plan B: Run the Vermont City Marathon in Burlington, VT in 2 weeks. I should be good to go by then. And may God bless Hal Higdon, because there is even a training plan for this very scenario!
Once plan B was firmly in place, I began to feel a lot less sorry for myself, and then just in the last few hours, I have hatched two more plans.
Plan C: Get over myself and go cheer for my friends running the marathon at Sugarloaf.
I am starting to feel a little better, and I got Sam's blessing to go on with them. And then once I knew I was going to Sugarloaf for the weekend, I started to hatch another plan.
Plan D: Run the 15K instead of the marathon. Sugarloaf hosts both a marathon and a 15K which runs the last 9.6 miles of the marathon course. IF I feel better by Sunday morning, I will run 9.6 miles and then settle in to wait for my girls to cross the finish line. It will even earn me a shirt and medal for my efforts.
I've almost totally lost my voice with the combination of my cough and all of the processing I've been doing, so I better shut up now and watch the Sox game and get ready to drive to Sugarloaf tomorrow.
Thanks for all of the kind thoughts and healing energy... I have felt it!