I went out to WALK 9 miles this morning. I just thought I would see how a walk was compared with a run. The weather was insane. 50º and gusts of wind up to 20 mph. I headed out into the foothills where the wind was crazy. At 5 miles, I decided that I could tough out 10 miles instead of 9 and feel less pressure about my terrible lack of training for a race in 20 days. At 6 miles, I found myself running instead of walking. I ran the last 4 miles. It was more comfortable than walking.
I am hurting from this effort, but an afternoon on the sofa should remedy that, I think.
Last night, I dreamed that I was in Phoenix for the race. It was 5 minutes before the start and I was looking for something to eat! All I could find was a hot dog and decided there was no way I wouldn't barf the wiener, so I decided to go hungry instead. I think this dream is disturbing on a couple of different levels.
But even this amateur dream analyzer can see that this is classic performance anxiety....