Why are the last 24 hours before you leave always totally, utterly, ridiculous insane??

Yeah, so I leave for LA and the marathon early Thursday morning...and my next day just makes me want to fold into a ball and cry. It's only a day...and then I'm out of here. Just keep breathing and I'll be done in 36 hours.

Tapering is hard work. It's hard to not let your brain go crazy with doubts and fears and it's hard because your legs are jumping with the need to RUUUNNN and it's hard because it makes you tired and energized at the same time and somehow I feel fat even though I know I'm not. (Although the King Cake being the best thing I ever ate definitely did not help that fat feeling; yesterday, the cake went from being half-eaten to being crumbs in the garbage can and my stomach decided it was going to do flips during rehearsal.)

It feels like I'm going through withdrawal, or at least how I imagine withdrawal. I find myself running from rehearsal to class and then home, not because I'm late or in a hurry, but because I just want to run and have been ordered by the schedule to take the past 2 days off.

So, tomorrow, my last real run of 5m and teaching Spinning class, and then just little 15-20 minute runs twice before Sunday. The lack of running scares me, but this training program has really done quite well for me, so I guess I have to just keep trusting it.

Breathe. We're almost there...