7% of these people are triathletes. 100% of them have complexes about it.
Dear Humble Readers of The Running Log,
I have been tasked with offering a counterpoint to DJ’s race review (see the last post). As an amateur blogger and former resident of Washington, DC, I fancy myself an expert on most every topic. So why not add marathons to my repertoire, right? Right.
Once upon a time, there was a Grandma’s Marathon….
Psssshhh. Whatever. You're having WAY more fun than these losers.
WEATHER: Beautiful! 85ish and non-humid and beautiful! Tralala!
MILES THIS WEEK: 15ish.
WHERE TO: C&O Trail
MOOD: Fantastically excited.
Today we started the hardcore tapering, meaning that this week’s long run was under 20 miles. Yeah, it disturbs me, too. But that’s how it goes when you have 13 DAYS UNTIL RACE DAY! Ohhhh I can’t breathe for the vast quantity of excitement coursing through my veins right now (that and the lack-of-blood-sugar in said veins, as I am waiting patiently at the Apple store for my files to alll back up onto a hard drive and I will have to wait here much longer, apparently, and I haven’t eaten in forever, so that is sort of fiddling with my bodily/breathing/metabolic functions as well) (anyway).
Grandma’s Marathon in 2 weeks. I am running it this time with the illustrious C., whom you may remember from blogposts of yore. And if you don’t,
you are not sufficiently loyal and you can go straight to hell allow me to give you a quick rundown: C. is a delightful person w/ whom I went to college, and who is now doing Ironmans.