The ITB doesn’t hurt when I don’t run, and that’s the worst part. I’m doing a bunch of things (RICE, rolling and stretching) to mitigate pain I don’t even feel. I can’t test it without running, which would be a failure to rest. So here I am, Schrödinger’s cat, just waiting for someone to open the box.
I am going to make this happen. The pain either will arise, in which case I won’t make my goal, or it won’t arise, and I will. It’s turned my wide array of choices for failure for the race into a simple plebiscite. Either the ITB/knee will hurt at mile 1, and I will finish in 2.5 hours or so, with some walking, or the knee will not hurt at mile 1, and I will finish under 2 hours.
I will entertain no further options. My nutrition, fitness, preparedness are all there. I’m capable of the 9:0x pace I need to maintain. I can run a negative split. I can go out slow. The weather will be perfect. My taper has left the rest of my muscles relaxed and eager to spring into action.
I can hope, and agonize, and create a bunch of scenarios, or I can smile and prepare for this race with a beer and a plate of spaghetti and go in enjoying the fact that my big money move has just collapsed from 10,000 possibilities to a simple toss of the coin.
I’m going to smile.