THREE – wake up ass early
TWO – diet RockStar
ONE – peanut butter and toast
BLAST OFF – run 18 miles!!
I sure put a lot of climax into that for a seemingly uneventful long run. Nothing crazy happened, gravity intact, no random pains, no deep black holes to fall into, no remarkable mental battles to over-come, just me running. That’s good though. Maybe after a few more shenanigan-free long runs I won’t be so on edge about them.
One highlight is that I stopped at gas station and tried a different kind of fuel; Coke. High humidity made this run a challenge, a cold can of fizzy coke was just the right feeling I needed in my stomach to finish the run off. Why can’t they have Coke at aid stations?
I’m galaxies beyond grateful to have made it this far in training. I reread my post in May where I first spilled my guts about signing up for the Chicago Marathon in the first place. I’m on another planet from where I was when I posted that. It’s pretty cool to have gone to another planet in three months time, I’m like an astronaut!
It’s also pretty cool that I’ve reevaluated my post long run duties by doing those things that the experts recommend: stretch, ice-bath, chocolate milk, compression pants. Surprisingly, those things actually work. I don’t know why I tried to defy the laws of gravity before. It’s now 24 hours after my 18 mile run and I feel great.
Great enough to
throw on my jet-pack hop on my bike and head downtown for the famer’s market and the Taste of Madison festivities (in the rain, in my spacesuit).
Happy long weekend and beware of astroids!
/end corniest post ever