Hypochondria sets in...

Today's run was just 3 miles at a very easy pace -- 9:02/mile according to the Runners World chart.

"Hardly worth getting my running gear on", I said to myself as I started down the road with my daughter, Tori, who was to do an easy run of 2 miles.

But for the last couple of days, I've been turning into a bit of a hypochondriac. My throat hurts -- maybe I'm getting a cold. My hip hurts when I stand a certain way -- could be a problem. When I started running, my left knee hurt a bit, and my right calf was a bit tight. By the time I was done my run, my left knee was fine, but my right knee was starting to hurt. And my calf was still tight. Arrrgghhh.

I hosed my calf with a bit of cold water and it feels better now. But these next 4 days until race day are going to drive me nuts.

And, even worse than my stupid aches and pains -- Jed called today and he has to bail (again) on the marathon. He was running last night and after a couple of 9:00/miles he stepped it up a bit and eventually was doing 8:20/mile -- and it still felt easy. But all of a sudden, his hamstring felt like someone clamped a site of Vice-Grips on it, and he had to quit. So, he's going to take it easy for a month and target the Philadelphia marathon on November 17.

Anyhow, as for the run, I did a bit slower than 9 minute miles and, again, concentrated on form and my mantra of 'Conserve, conserve, conserve" -- plus Tori's mantra of "Don't get hurt!"