I did not regret this decision until about 2 days ago when I realized that I have been out of town 10 of the past 14 days. And besides the 10K I ran on November 13, I have not been running
My 10K earlier this month went pretty well, but was by no means by finest race. I ran the whole thing, and my lungs felt great, but that was all three weeks ago now and I'm a bit concerned that my body has forgotten what to do. (And on a slightly-gross-runner's-note, the calluses on my feet have gone away; I anticipate this to be a very, very painful process to get my feet back into good long distance running shape. And I have four days to do it. FML.)
There are two pieces of good news amidst the wreckage: On Thursday night I'm going to the Expo with Running Buddy, we're going to grab some dinner out at National Harbor, probably have a few glasses of wine, and gab for a while. All essential to my four-day training plan. And the other good news is I get to meet up with the fabulous running-grad school-city life-baseball-etc. blogger Christy from 25 before 25. New friends and post-race-brunch are two of my favorite things. Ever.
In the event that I don't actually perish from this racing endeavor, I'll post a recap over the weekend. But just in case, I hereby bequeath my entire wardrobe to my sister, Carly; my blue tweed love seat should go to my brother, Matt (as I believe this piece of furniture should live forever and be passed from one college kid to the next); and to my youngest brother, Ryan, I give "my vote" in all sibling arguments (we've been picking on him since the day he was born, so the least I can do is let him win a few with my help); and all other items can be pillaged by my friends, happy hunting.
Happy Tuesday friends. Hope to see you again on the other side of those 9.3 miles.