By now, you all probably know that my very first half marathon is this weekend. Saturday morning. If you’ve been following along, you know that I’ve been following a training plan for about 14 weeks, and haven’t been terribly confident in my abilities throughout the process, but I’ve kept up with the set runs (except for one week when I was out of town).

You may also have noticed that I’ve been kind of quiet about it on my Facebook page for a couple of weeks.

Well, I’m sick. Have been since Sunday night. I ran four really slow miles that afternoon, and then was hit a couple of hours later with the coughing, aching, congested misery that my husband has been dealing with for a couple of weeks (he still coughs, but it’s tapered off).

I can’t even believe the crappy timing. I haven’t had any real setbacks during my training, at all. None. I’ve had to replace my shoes, but as soon as I did, the pains I was feeling in my ankles (or wherever) went away.

Last week, I had to rest more than I planned to because of some knee pain. Like, it hurt to walk knee pain. I ran some (7 miles all week?). I was worried about it, especially since I hadn’t run a long run in two weeks and it didn’t look like I was going to be able to before I was supposed to be “tapering off” my miles before the big day.

But now. I can’t begin to convey how upset I am about this crappy, CRAPPY timing. I don’t feel like death warmed over anymore (Monday was awful), but I still can’t take a deep breath without coughing. Or talk much. Or brush my hair without breaking a sweat.

I haven’t been able to eat much, which sucks, because Hello, carb-loading! I have this vision of myself trying to jog down the road on Saturday morning, coughing my lungs out and then running completely out of energy.

But you guys know how hard I’ve worked for this. I’m not going to NOT do it, if I have a choice. I’ll walk the whole damn thing if I have to (although, I will feel awful that my mom and my friend will have to wait for me that long). Plus, I’ve run 442 miles out of my goal 500 for the year. I’d like to add to that again at some point.

I’m not going to lie….I’ll be really disappointed if I can’t run on Saturday. I’ve worked too hard for this for it to just not happen. And you guys have been the best cheerleaders a girl could ask for. I don’t want to let you down.

So, all that to say that I’m upset and frustratingly weak right now, and I could use all of the healthy vibes/prayers/good thoughts you have to spare. Especially at 8am (central) Saturday morning.