Last week I managed to get in a whopping 5 miles. For the week. Hello megataper. Rest assured, I did get an awesome workout blowing my nose and hacking up a lung all week long. I also spent a considerable amount of time looking at the inside of my eyelids all weekend.
Not exactly the best way to spend two weeks before a marathon, but I refused to still be sick while trying to run 26.2 miles. That’s hard enough on its own, you know?
With that being said, I believe I’m on the mend. Sunday everything finally started pouring out of me (gross visual, eh?). I attempted to do ab work and yoga, and almost drown myself in my snot. Boogers… I haz em. Luckily my slacker status gave me plenty of time to watch season 7 of Weeds. No, not get uber ahead in my grad school classes, or even start my paper that’s due the day I get home from Philly. But watching Weeds. Priorities, etc.
Because of my sicky status last week, I committed Packer fan blasphemy last night. I ran during the game. Oh the horror. I know. Stupid me was soooooooo tired Monday morning that I convinced myself to sleep in instead of run (I don’t work until 11 on Mondays) because I could just do it after work. Naturally when I finally woke up I realized that the Packers were playing after work, and that I screwed myself over royally. I even tried to find a radio station app for my phone so I could listen to the game while I ran, but then the stupid thing died before I got home. Oh well, at least GB still pulled out a monster win, and I was able to catch the last quarter. Phew.
[insert Jerbear's 9-0 dance here. spoiler alert: it's pretty SAWEET!]
I did 6 miles in 57 some minutes. I managed to fall zero times in the super dark uneven sidewalk areas, but my pace was definitely reflecting my “tippy toe” running strategy.
IT’S MOTHER EFFING MARATHON WEEK!
Race goals to come...shortly!
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