18 miles on deck
For someone running 18 miles in about 14 hours, I sure am eating and hydrating like an asshole today. Let’s see I had some nuts and dried cranberries for breakfast and lunch, about 5 diet cokes, 1 bottle of water, and some turkey lunchmeat. Oh and Trader Joe’s cheerios. No milk, just the cereal, like a toddler. SMH.
18 miles! I am weirdly excited about this. (Clearly there is something wrong with my addled brain.)
In all seriousness though – my outfit is laid out (black and white printed New Balance shorts, highlighter yellow Nike top). Breakfast is laid out/in the house (a banana, some trail mix, a brown rice cake with organic peanut butter). Post run meal is in the crock pot (my “crack” chicken a/k/a salsa chicken). I am stocked up on wine, water, and diet coke.
This is where I usually fail. I get up before the sun, run crazy miles, and am driving home wanting lunch or dinner when everyone else is still on breakfast time. And I never have what I want in the house. So I end up hitting the grocery store post 13+ mile run ravenous and spacey. (Am I the only one who gets really spacey after a long run?)
Not tomorrow! Salsa Chicken, olives, tortillas, and cheddar cheese are in the house.
Now I just have to figure out dinner tonight. After I finish this article about the World Cup.
Am hoping to get to bed by 930p. My run starts at 5:45am.
Aiming for a slow run– 12 minute miles at a 10:1 interval. 3:35-40 or so. But really, however long it takes is how long it takes, this is training and this is the longest I’ve ever run. I can be slow if that’s how I feel tomorrow (and 12 min miles feels slow, but smart).