Klutzitis
Why do I turn into such a klutz before these races? It happens every time. For the past 2 weeks or so, I have been randomly running into stuff, tripping over everything, stubbing toes, banging my knees and hands and elbows and you name it on anything that happens to be in a 3-foot radius. And when I am not actually causing physical damage to myself, I'm knocking things over, dropping other things, dropping things that then end up knocking other things over, etc.
It is standard procedure at this point, but I have to ask myself why?
Theory #1: Some little portion of my brain is occupied every second of each day visualizing and preparing for the race (I can pretend that's what it might be focused on, anyhow). That same piece of my brain is also partly responsible for gross motor control, and it can't multitask. I have no evidence to support this theory, but it sounds good, and it's what I'd choose to believe, if I had a choice.
Theory #2: My subconscious is trying to sabotage everything. It would rather sleep in on race day. This is reasonable. Heck, even my conscious is thinking about sleeping in on race day half the time. What's the worst thing that could happen if I didn't set the alarm? If instead, I just had the best night's sleep ever and woke up three hours late? I'd shower, get a coffee (and probably a couple doughnuts), and wander over to Mile 16 to watch the race, whistling "The 59th Street Bridge Song". It would probably be the start of a great day.
Theory #3: I am just always a giant klutz, but now I notice it because I'm paying attention to every little bump and tap (and cough and sneeze), trying to keep myself all shiny for race day. I suppose that's plausible. Maybe.
It is standard procedure at this point, but I have to ask myself why?
Theory #1: Some little portion of my brain is occupied every second of each day visualizing and preparing for the race (I can pretend that's what it might be focused on, anyhow). That same piece of my brain is also partly responsible for gross motor control, and it can't multitask. I have no evidence to support this theory, but it sounds good, and it's what I'd choose to believe, if I had a choice.
Theory #2: My subconscious is trying to sabotage everything. It would rather sleep in on race day. This is reasonable. Heck, even my conscious is thinking about sleeping in on race day half the time. What's the worst thing that could happen if I didn't set the alarm? If instead, I just had the best night's sleep ever and woke up three hours late? I'd shower, get a coffee (and probably a couple doughnuts), and wander over to Mile 16 to watch the race, whistling "The 59th Street Bridge Song". It would probably be the start of a great day.
Theory #3: I am just always a giant klutz, but now I notice it because I'm paying attention to every little bump and tap (and cough and sneeze), trying to keep myself all shiny for race day. I suppose that's plausible. Maybe.