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| The "Before" picture: jazzhands |
Last year, my hips blew up after the turn-around point and I spent the last 7 miles run-walking. This time, I played it conservatively and started the race slower. As a result, I was able to (mostly) run the last half of the race. Woo-hoo! And I had enough energy afterwards to go to the grocery store and do laundry. Kind of weird.
Boo:
My time this year was 22 minutes slower than last year. Ready for some excuses? I had plantar fasciitis over the summer. This fall was busy, and there was a stretch when it rained nearly every weekend, which meant cutting or modifying my long runs. So I did go into the Swampstomper not feeling as ready as I would've liked.
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| "After" picture: can't move my body, bitchface,, and about to fall asleep in the grass. |
I'm a little disappointed in my time, but it's okay. I had a lot of fun, saw familiar faces, and got to be outside in beautiful weather. I should probably eat better the week before a race. I should also eat during the race. For whatever reason, I didn't feel the need to fuel as much this year despite having my favorite flavor Shot Blocks. (Although I did stuff my face with potato chips at the aid stations. Literally stuffed my face.) Running is still fun for me, and that's the most important thing.
All behavior is motivated by a purpose:
The one, true reason I do any of this craziness. I could lie and say it's for a noble purpose, for my health. It isn't. I just want to eat afterwards.
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| Do people even understand what coffee means to my life? |
Sometimes I read running blogs, and while they are interesting to me, I just don't think I have that type of intensity. First of all, I'm not that dedicated. (Or fast. Or competitive.) I'm only competitive with myself, really. It occurred to me last night that I'm not a true Type A. I might be more like a Type A-. Anyway, this isn't going to turn into a running blog. I really do want to make it more of a digital scrapbook of my life, including the running part.
