i woke up at 8am this saturday morning to eat breakfast and have coffee and have time to digest and wake up before my last 'long' run: 8 miles, starting in about 20 minutes.
really, who am i.
the timing is in part by necessity: when i get back, there will be just enough time for personal maintenance and dog reassuring, and then it will be time to drive to the airport and thence fly to toronto. there is canadian thanksgiving and such to be had, and i will be there a week.
and when i am home again, in a week and a day, i will have RUN A MARATHON.
(srsly. who. am i.)
i had this extensive packing list for last night, with all my gear and clothing options and passport and equipment and so on. i got everything packed and so on (lots of it is laundry, you're welcome mum.) and then i remembered -- oh, wait, i can't actually show up to thanksgiving in running clothes? so i had to do a little extra shoving into the bag.
it only now occurs to me that 8 miles is not that short a run. well, ha! apparently i now (nearly literally) eat such mileage for breakfast. thursday's tempo went pretty well: i stayed at or below the targeted pace the whole time, and it felt comfortably hard (it was also a minute per mile faster than i'll be running the marathon, so good.) and today i'll have a good time, i promise myself.
... a friend of mine just had a baby a few days ago, and it sounds like she kind of broke her tailbone as a result? that's a thing that can happen, apparently. (um and maybe happened the last time she gave birth too? so, it heals... eventually. ow.) anyway. i am trying to keep in mind that nothing i do this week is going to be painful like THAT, so it'll probably be ok.
k, gotta run.
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