Sweating it

Between the big move, work and training, I've kind of dropped off the face of the earth. It's been a chaotic few weeks, so I'm ready to tackle 26.2 in a few days.  I'm seriously going crazy during the taper, which I knew would happen. The combination of the reduced physical activity and the looming deadline of the marathon upon me has amped up the pressure in my life in a big way.

So I tried to take a breather today and review the Runner's Guide. I wanted to study the details so there aren't any surprises on the 16th.  Unfortunately, it did not help my anxiety.
I started reading, and started sweating. I could feel my heart rate accelerate as I visualized myself on the course and tried to run through the schedule of the day in my head.

What really put me over the edge was imagining the few moments leading up to the finish line. I always picture crossing the finish line with my head up and feeling strong, but it nearly made me want to puke doing so today.

I need either to focus or find a psychiatrist. But as a running buddy pointed out, this is perfect practice for the marathon, because sweating isn't optional then.