Michael kept asking me why it was taking me so long to pack. Well, because everyone takes pictures of their shoes before putting them in a suitcase. He thinks I’m a nutcase. And, honestly, I have so many better things to be doing right now. It’s been a weird few days and I’ll explain more on that later. But here I am, packed and ready to run.
Yay, it’s over! No more long runs until the marathon. Well, I guess after six weeks of running 18 plus every Sunday, ten really isn’t a long run. But who cares, no more, no more until next Sunday. Any last minute marathon advice would be appropriate at this time. You would think this was my first marathon.
I do have one very important question about my shoes. To wash or not to wash? I’ve never had gel shoes before and I’m not sure if I should wash them or not. I really, really want to wash them because they are a very dingy gray and I’d prefer them to be a lovely white. Will it hurt the shoes to wash them now?
I’m a little worried. Not about the marathon, but about my lack of preparation for my upcoming trip. I have nothing to wear and the lack of interest in going to Nordstroms to remedy this situation is starting to be a little concerning.
My lack of personal hygiene is also concerning. I sit at my desk on the computer after running and lifting weights and pretty much stink like a heathen who ate a rotten corpse for breakfast. It’s bad when I have to barter with myself about showering. One day the UPS delivery guy even took a step away when I signed for a package. I’m not sure what is going on inside my demented little head.
I need to fix this. I’ll buy some hair products. I’ll give myself a pep talk. Shopper Susan = True Love. Rowdy doesn’t seem to mind though, he loves me stinky or not. Of course, he does have rotting teeth breath, so he can’t be biased.
I can’t decide if today should be a total recovery day or if I should do something really light, like a short bike ride, easy 3 mile run or maybe just some yoga. What do you guys do the day after a long run? Because right now a shot of tequila seems like the right thing to do.
Done. 3 hours 39 minutes and 55 seconds. Perfect weather, lots of hills, and I felt really great. I’ve never been so prepared for a marathon, I’m not sure what to expect.
Things are going to be good this time.
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.