The Marine Corps Marathon. It’s 4 days away.
We checked Sunday’s weather like maniacs all day yesterday. Know what we saw? A forecasted low in the 30s. And showers.
I reacted calmly and rationally.
Fortunately, race day weather is looking a little better as of this morning:
Who’s got some old sweatpants I can wear at the starting line and toss out 2 miles in? I’m currently taking applicants. Ryan Reynolds and Chace Crawford are encouraged to apply.
Whatever, Chace. I couldn’t toss yours out, anyway.
This week has consisted of dinky baby runs. I’ve been sashaying into the gym with the happy knowledge I only need to pound out 3, 4, and 2 miles this week. When you’re used to 30-40 miles a week, a 9 mile week makes you want to do heel clicks all the way to your treadmill.
Tapering gives me a new zest for life.
And for those of you who are worried I’m not carb0-loading enough this week, don’t you worry.
I’ve got it covered.