Yes. Enough physical agony and mental anguish to call upon Hee Haw.
The longest race of my triathlon career, ahem hobby, is scheduled for Sunday.
I have been trying to avoid saying this. Like I am not trying to give my pre sucky excuses.
There is no way around it.
I can't deny it.
Fever, runny nose, chest congestion. Can't breathe. Headache. Unable to write a proper sentence.
I have trained for this race for FIVE MONTHS. I have been getting up at 4:30 am to run. I haven't slept late on a weekend for who knows how long. (Neither has The Coach. If I am gone, that leaves only one person to get up with early rising babies.) I have green hair from the pool. I have permanent bike grease on my calves. I have been leaving the babies late at the sitter's to work out. I have severe biker's tan. I got used to the nasty taste of Gatorade for the sake of Pete.
And now that the race is FOUR DAYS AWAY.....I am sick. I am sick?
Woe, Despair and Agony on me.
In a fit of optimism I picked up my packet today. Then I decided on a short run. I haven't worked out since Sunday.
I made it a half mile. I got a terrible side cramp and went home. And wrote this post.
Now I am going to go eat pie. A whole pie.
Suggestons? Miracle Cures? Please?