Oh no!

How can I be getting sick now? Doesn't my body know it has to run a marathon on Sunday? The cruelty of marathon training is you never know what happens on race day. It doesn't matter that you've been training for four and a half months. The body says enough is enough. I'm going to break down now. And the worst part is I'm dying to go out for a run. I know I shouldn't, but my body wants to get outside. I'm longing to break out in a sweat. To run Winter Hill. Why does the mind tempt me with such things?

Taper madness.