By Saturday morning I had done three yoga classes in less than 24 hours. Friday night’s class at lululemon ended up being Yoga-on-the-sidewalk for a few of us, but we’ll get to that later.
I woke up with one last Long Run to check off the training schedule – 8 miles. I knew, if nothing else, the legs were stretched and limber for this one. Ready? Let’s go.
The weekend before marathon #1 I ran 8 miles, too; I remember everything about that run…
I remember procrastinating, not wanting to run at all that day. I remember D having to convince me that I’d feel better if I just went. I remember it was raining, and I remember running down Rock Creek Park to Lincoln Memorial (my fave) and over the bridge to Iwo Jima. I remember rounding back up Connecticut Avenue, crossing the bridge to Woodley Park, and getting soaked by a passing Semi-truck that drove through a puddle.
It was exactly what I needed to wake me up, get out of the taper-funk, and get ready for that race.
This time around, all I needed for motivation was a piece of toast with peanut butter and some coffee. No pushing was needed; I laced up the shoes and gladly headed out in to gorgeous, chilly Fall morning.
From the first mile I knew this would go well, and I knew my legs were up for a little challenge…
9:10, 8:51, 8:39, 8:25, 8:08, 7:55, 7:46, 8:05
8 miles, 1:07:08, avg 8;23 min/mile
Then we were free to spend Saturdays as they should be spent in the Fall – watching Football (let’s not talk about Penn State right now), and exploring the mountains!
Yes, that’s snow you see. No, I wasn’t ready for it. Please notice the flip-flops.
I may not have been prepared for a hike; luckily some quick picture-taking required no wardrobe changes.
Here’s hoping that snow stays right there until after next weekend….Colorado, please cooperate.