The count down begins

Well, it is basically Marathon time. My last "long" run was Sunday, a whole whopping 8 miles. It was a good run and the weather couldn't have been nicer. I would LOVE for the marathon to be that temperature through the whole race. It was mid 60's and partly sunny, as opposed to partly cloudy. I am not nervous. I am anxious. I can't believe I have logged in over 400 miles since June 9th. You would think I would be thinner but I am not. I am trimmer in some areas but not in the one area I would LOVE to be trimmer in. Oh well. I worked hard and the journey has been very eventful. I have rode this roller coaster throughout the whole training and I will not give up yet. You see, I am injured. My right leg (soleus area) has been aching off and on for the past few weeks. Usually, when I run it eases and doesn't hamper my run. However, since yesterday and all day today it is throbbing. I am on the fence whether or not I will put in my 3 miles tomorrow. I am actually thinking of biking or elliptical this whole week instead to be sure my leg is strong enough to make it to race day. I will be honest, I will crawl if I have to. I will race and there is nothing stopping me. I am not giving in. I worked TOO hard to make it this far to have my leg opt out. No way! I must be severely insane to be thinking this way. Wouldn't I rather have two legs to use beyond this race? At this point, no, I would rather have one and hobble around for 4 months like before. You can't expect me to give up on over 18 weeks of training because my leg is in pain. So, I am attempting to keep off of it as much as possible these next five days. I have too or I won't be running and NO ONE will want to be near me or speak to me for the next year. I will have this chip on my shoulder and sadness in my heart if I don't complete this task. I must be insane since I am in tears worried that I won't make it to the big day. Ugh.