Tomorrow is my last big training run. 20 miles! I have a plan! I am trying not to panic. (That is not the plan, but it’s worth noting.)
Why is it that I feel like 15 miles is a reasonable run, but anything more than that is just crazytown? It’s just insanity by degrees.
I plan to spend the rest of the weekend eating, reading, sleeping and watching movies. I will be more active than Baby Roommate, but only insofar as I have to be. (Since Baby Roommate can’t hold her head up yet, it’s not really a fair contest anyway.)
I asked my mom what she wants to do when she’s in town for the marathon and she said… walking tours. How about saving my legs? So, if anyone wants to put on a wig and pretend to be me for a day, that would be awesome.
(You don’t really have to wear a wig… I’ll lend you my ugly-but-warm fleece jacket she dislikes, then she’ll “know” it’s “me.”)
Hey, know what I love? I love it when experienced runners write high-and-mighty blog posts about how a real runner would never do X or Y, and if you truly like running, you wouldn’t do X or Y. Just kidding, stop doing that forever.
Peanut Butter Gu, I think we need a break. I love you, but on top of pre-run peanut butter sandwiches, you are overkill.
Want to help with my long run? Tell me your favorite guilty-pleasure workout song of the moment.
I’m partial to this one myself. (I blame the Top 40 soundtrack at the gym, the same one that contrives to interrupt yoga classes with the BRAAP BRAAP BRAAP BLIP-BLIP-BLIP opening of “We Found Love.” Every time!)
Rita Ora “How We Do” (I really want to sing it at karaoke but 2nd on 2nd needs to get their shit together and update their song selection.) Also (not so new but Flo Rida “Good Feeling” because you can’t disappoint flo by slowing down!