Blogging is wonderful, because when something bad happens, like my car window being smashed, not only can I whine on Facebook and Twitter, I have a whole other platform for it. Thanks for the sympathy yesterday! To clarify, the makeup was in an adorable case that had pink polka dots and a cupcake zipper (a bridesmaid gift from my friend Nicole, which I'm sad about losing). I'm guessing the thief did not actually intend to get some used foundation and mascara, and was probably disappointed at the contents. I always like to look at the bright side though. Now that it's gone, I have an extra 2.5 minutes in the morning that I can devote to blogging, so expect some even higher quality posts. You're welcome, world.
I finally returned to running last night. After a full three days off, I had almost forgotten what it felt like. The first two miles felt like death, but then I got warmed up and the last six were fantastic. I did 8 miles at an average pace of 8:58, and any sub I get sub 9 without trying is a victory in my book.
Here's two random things that have happened, I believe, as a result of running my second marathon in two weeks.
1. Loss of motivation. For....everything. I have not worked out before work even one time this week. Granted, Monday and Tuesday I had no intention to, but snooze was my new BFF after that. Eating healthy has been replaced with chips and candy. Grad work has been put off...and put off....
The super weird exception to this is that I've cleaned twice since the race. I almost never clean during the week (other than day to day maintenance), so this is shocking behavior for me. I'm talking like vacuuming and scrubbing floors.
2. I'm officially tapering, which is odd, after not truly tapering for two marathons. This completely sucks, because now there is nothing left to do but absorb the fact that I'm running 50 miles in 2 weeks. Just typing that makes me shake. Terror has officially set in.
|I love google images|
Last night, it was time to celebrate a successful marathon training season with all my favorite training buddies. I don't know how people train for marathons solo.
What do a bunch of healthy, fit, active marathoners do to celebrate? Stuff our faces with delicious, greasy Mexican food.
Two of us even took it a step further and ordered giagantic glasses of sangria. For $3.25, it's a bargain.
|We went for the amazing food, not the amazing picture taking skills of the servers|
I may not remember much about the Marine Corps Marathon, but I specifically remember someone with a miniature horse in the crowd, because it completely cheered Kara and I up for at least a tenth of a mile. We got in a huge argument after dinner because all of the other MCM runners swore up and down I must have been delusional during the marathon and imagined it. While I don't dispute the delusional part, that horse was there. That you, google, for proving my point when I got home, and thank you, miniature horse, for helping me through 26.2.