There were so many Packers fans at the game, I was really in heaven. So many "Go Pack Go" cheers erupting through the crowd, which were actually louder than the "Fire Chilly" cheers later on in the game.
I really feel like I thrive amongst "my people." You know...the cheeseheads.... good times.
Wednesday I got in a short and easy recovery run on the treadmill. I took Tuesday off because my IT bands were beyond pissed at me for Monday's tempo run. I've become a bit of a sadomasochist the past few days with my rolling pin. Eeeeeeeooowwwwwww. But in a good way, ya know? :) I had that random pressure under my right knee cap that I had previously in my left knee before the annoying runner's knee kicked in. Oh and just in time for the MARATHON.....joy! I'm still hoping it's just the random taper aches and pains and nothing normal. I did 3 miles in 29:02.
And in holy crap that's disgusting news: Monday I was hustling booty after my tempo run to get ready and meet Matt at for some catch up time over drinks and football. Since I knew I was going to be having some beers, I was trying to rehydrate at mach speed while getting ready. I love me a good Cool Blue gatorade, and this was no different. When I got home later that evening, I noticed that there was something floating in my Gatorade that was still one third full. Upon closure inspection, I realized that there were black mold spores/chunks floating around inside. Based on the sheer number of mold chunks remaining in the bottle multiplied by the two times the drank amount almost made me lose my $#!t. SOOOOOO GROOOOOSSSSSSSSS. But I haven't died yet, so I'll probably be ok. Blech.