I can't let this go. I know I said I was going to, but I can't--it's fucking eating away at me. I can't let the training go to waste-I can't let all that time become a waste..and most importantly, I can't and I WON'T let myself down.
This is what I am doing instead--this past week was a crazy low mileage week for me. Let's call this another taper. In that time I went only and ordered my own marathon finisher medal, picked another date, and am going to run this damn marathon.
"Krissy didn't do it, she couldn't finish."
Indeed, Willy Wonka, you weirdly sexy man you.
Wish me luck. Or don't. It's cool, either way--because I'm doing this either way.
Til tomorrow, guys.
Go Fork Yourselves,