A Case of The Figgles

Four days to go until marathon day and I have serious case of The Figgles. This term, coined by the fabulous Holly, is just what I have been looking for to explain my latest taper-related psychosis:

Phantom niggles = Figgles.

The Figgles are figments of your imagination made flesh. Lying in bed, you feel shooting pains in your left thigh. Climbing the stairs, your ankles feel weak and spongey. Sitting at your desk, your right hamstring feels really tight. You stand up to stretch and something clicks in your neck. Oh God, you’ve broken your spine!

This is nothing compared to what happens when you put your trainers on.

Have my legs always felt this heavy?  My knees are grating. Are they grating? Now they’re clicking. I’m wheezing! I’m actually wheezing! Oh God, I can’t even run 2 miles, how can I run 26.2?

This morning I ran 4 miles and it felt like 54.  I stopped for a wheeze/stretch/panic attack at every traffic light. Sunday cannot come soon enough.