I have a sore throat – I’m guessing it’s because of all the allergy drainage. I can’t run more than a half-mile without spitting. Gross, I know, but better than swallowing. (Rich I’m sorry I spit so much during the 20k and David I’ll probably spit in Chicago.)
My left ankle hurts. It’s not swollen but it is achy – not a lot, but enough. I’m blaming downhill running and sprinting on concrete. How is it possible to still have remnants of this injury from February? Ice, ice, baby.
I haven’t done anything today but type Kenza’s science project, have a short meeting with a customer, and eat lunch with Michael. I’ll think I’ll watch the presidential debate tonight and let Michael cook me dinner.
I have a 20-mile run planned with Massoman on Sunday. It’s gonna be an easy, easy run.
I still don’t know what I’m going to wear in Chicago. Or during the marathon. That’s totally not like me. I need to get planning because I’m starting to panic.
I’m pissed because I’ve gained five pounds over the last two weeks. Yeah, that’s what training like an animal gets ya. I guess that fork-to-mouth disease is bad too.