I was laughing at myself this morning as I was trying to get ready to go for my first long run of my Boston training plan. The conversation in my head was amusing enough that I decided I should blog about my long runs, especially since it's been several months since I've posted anything (and no I never figured out how to wrap those darn portable food things, I just gave up).
0945- You can't be afraid of 8 miles. Ok, I guess I'm really not- it's the cold I'm afraid of. I hate the cold. I've gotten as far as 2 cups of coffee and oatmeal. I've taped my toe that I may or may not have broken to the toe next to it and put on my compression socks. My Garmin GPS unit is on the charger. I look outside- it's cloudy, Garmin might not work. Ok, 8 min/mile for 8 miles is 64 minutes. Run for 32, then turn around.
Girl, please. You're out of shape. Better make it 36.
It's a whopping 33 degrees out there. Ugh.
I've pulled up all the running inspiration I can find on Pinterest and I'm feeling a little better. Maybe I'll try a little honey in my water bottle to keep the cold out of my throat?
I imagine doing something remarkable at Boston. I feel recharged.
My stomach hurts. I don't want to go.
Well, I have to run because of all that chocolate almond toffee I ate yesterday... and so I can have more after my run.
Ugh. What an ugly gray day. Not bringing the Garmin. I pull on my running clothes and braid my ponytail.I take a Zantac to keep the acid down, put on chapstick and pee one last time. Pull on my gloves, earband (headband?) and a light jacket.
1202- Well I made it, and as always, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had envisioned. I did overdress so I got home soaked in sweat. It's been a couple of months since that has happened, so that's actually kind of nice. 41 minutes in I realized my legs knew what they were doing, they hadn't forgotten how to keep going when my mind was elsewhere. The last two miles were a little rough but I got the job done and managed about an 8 min/mile pace.
I've stretched, had another piece of almond toffee and now I'm icing my IT band (chronic injury). I've got leftover steak in the microwave and then I'm off to the hot tub which will be sorely (get it, sorely?) missed when I move.
Man I stink.
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