Duly Noted

Every so often, I have one of those runs that I will never forget. Last Sunday, I had the great fortune of participating in the Twin Cities Marathon. Approaching the race, I decided to run only half of it (13.1 miles) due to some dizzy spells earlier in the sumemr and a crazy grad school schedule. I trained with this goal in mind. Days before the race, the wheels in my mind started turning, "Maybe I can finish the whole thing...I feel good, healthy, strong...we'll see..." The night before the race, my mom took Mike and I out to dinner at my favorite pizza place, Punch Pizza. I had a vegetarian pizza with eggplant and sun-dried tomatoes. We shared a carafe of good merlot between the three of us. I wasn't worried about drinking a glass of wine or two before the race...I thought it might actually help me get some sleep! I woke up around 5:45am the following morning. I needed to eat breakfast at least two hours before start time. I polished off a raisin walnut ...

I getting all amped up for the half on Sunday. This week I cut back my mileage severely. Though I feel good, I just want to get out there! I've always felt this way; I hated HATE that count down before the gun goes off. Still, I'm thrilled to run through my city (ah, my city, that feels so right). I simply cannot imagine a more perfect route: downtown, the chain of lakes, minnehaha creek parkway, lake nokomis...I end there, and the rest of the marathoners will keep trudging on. In the back of my mind I sometimes wonder if I'll want to keep going after thirteen miles. I told Mike to make sure I stop...I don't know if a firm grip at mile 13 will be necessary or not. We'll see on Sunday. In the meantime, we've been making some stellar meals. As Mike pointed out, "We finally learned how to cook together." I don't know if I would exaggerate finally like its been decades...but, I do agree with him that we've vastly improved since our init...

I getting all amped up for the half on Sunday. This week I cut back my mileage severely. Though I feel good, I just want to get out there! I've always felt this way; I hated HATE that count down before the gun goes off. Still, I'm thrilled to run through my city (ah, my city, that feels so right). I simply cannot imagine a more perfect route: downtown, the chain of lakes, minnehaha creek parkway, lake nokomis...I end there, and the rest of the marathoners will keep trudging on. In the back of my mind I sometimes wonder if I'll want to keep going after thirteen miles. I told Mike to make sure I stop...I don't know if a firm grip at mile 13 will be necessary or not. We'll see on Sunday. In the meantime, we've been making some stellar meals. As Mike pointed out, "We finally learned how to cook together." I don't know if I would exaggerate finally like its been decades...but, I do agree with him that we've vastly improved since our init...