Seeing these posts roll in about the Chicago Marathon today is so inspiring. You guys are all so awesome! Teach me your ways! I can’t wait to read all the recaps later in the week once you’ve had the chance to put your feet up.
My weekend was by no means up to that athletic standard, but it was fairly fitnessy. On Saturday I went for a short run in the morning and later I went to a Yoga for Runners class hosted by the blogger behind Healthy Happier Bear and taught by Kristin McGee. (According to her website, she taught Steve Martin yoga, which I can’t believe she didn’t mention in class because if it were me I would work it into every conversation.) I liked that the emphasis was on yoga to aid mobility, which is how I primarily do it for now. It was more “flow” than I was expecting but some of the stretches we did were so good, like Fallen Warrior (which is sort of like a twisted Pigeon pose, my #1 pose of all time). More yoga please.
Today I ran the Staten Island Half Marathon and hey, remember when I wrote about how excited I was about the marathon? Just reverse all of that to reveal my state of mind yesterday and this morning about the race. (Alternately see this post, this post or this post from runningbeautiful.) I just did a half-marathon last weekend, I didn’t want to go to bed early and I especially didn’t want to drag myself to the ferry at 5:30am. For the first 6 miles I hated everything and performed accordingly/badly. Then I took advantage of a pit stop to get focused, put my head down and ran a really great smooth second half uninterrupted by the death of my iPod. Didn’t PR but I was only 2 minutes off my time from RnR NOLA, and (as invariably happens) I felt happy with myself for pushing through. Afterward I called my mom and she said, puzzled, “You sound really happy…” Oh running. How capricious thou art.