I've got a sneaking suspicion that all of my "Weekend Recaps"
for the next 2 1/2 months (aka until this marathon training is over), will consist of
A) Complaining about running
B ) Eating large portions of anything I can get my hands on
C ) Sleeping and/or being glued to my bed
I will understand if you choose to never read another one of my weekend posts again
until this marathon is over with.
76 more days, people. 76 more effing days.
So for the remaining stragglers who have stuck around to hear about my weekend...
you must really love me.
And to that I shall say, I love you too. Dearly.
I hope you all had a fun St. Patrick's Day.
We went to a bar Downtown filled with many green-wearing, sloppy drunk folks.
Oh what I would have given to have been a part of that mess.
It was a 2 beer limit for us marathon trainers (see? I told you you'd get sick of hearing about this).
We then traded in the beer and got drunk off some organic Echinacea tea.
And when I say drunk, I really mean calm and sleepy and "passed out" at 10pm in preparation for our morning run.
Let me tell you:
Running 13 miles without the cheering bystanders and free roadside drinks
is not nearly as fun when those cheers are replaced by howling winds
and the drinks are replaced with hail and rain.
running 13 miles is running 13 miles.
And if that means the only reason that gets me out of bed is to eat a Double Double from In 'N Out,
to which I then go straight back to bed to sleep and/or play Draw Something with V-Dizzle
who's about 1 foot away from me,
then shoot, that's what I'm going to do.
And no one can argue otherwise, am I right?
Happy Monday, Friends!