First of all, let’s get my new food obsession out of the way.
(I need to get better at shaving my knees.)
At the end of my 22-miler today, I was fairly certain that I would be spending the rest of the day on my bed begging MFP to bring me snacks and drinks.
I laced up my shoes (well I really just tied them because they were already laced up) and headed out for my last long long run of this cycle at 5:30 a.m. with two other ladies who are as crazy as I am. (Thank goodness.)
While this run wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns because it really felt hard by the end, a feeling of accomplishment descended over me as we rounded the corner during the last mile.
Since all of my regular running buddies had social schedules that didn’t allow for a long run this weekend, I asked MFP if he would be interested in putting in 20 miles with me this morning.
When I know the weekend ahead is going to be busy, I try to get in a longer run on a week day.
These two guys saved me from myself this morning and for that I was so thankful.
Sunday’s long run was quite the beast, as even though we started at 6 a.m., temperatures were hovering in the high 80’s to low 90’s by the time we finished.
I came home and drank some Gatorade, had about half of a protein smoothie and went about my day.
Though I took it easy all day long, my stomach felt really off, so I wasn’t able to eat as many calories as I normally would after such an intense effort.
The boys kicked off the cross country season yesterday with some crazy PR’s and loads of enthusiasm.
We did something a bit risky yesterday.
After the first 60-plus mile week in a while, I am toast.