On Sunday, I ran my last double digit long run before the California International Marathon. 12 miles in 94 minutes. I felt strong the entire time. Kept a steady effort on the uphills, let my legs cruise on the downhills. When I came home, I was greeted by this sweet little one. She loves sweaty kisses.
Omg we kind of match. I love matching.
I always hear marathon runners talk about this “taper madness” thing, and how it funks with their chi and drives them all wonko in the last 2 weeks before the marathon. I dunno whether I’ve never trained hard enough to appreciate a full taper or what, but I’ve never experience said “taper madness”.
Well, at least I think I am. I’m hungry ALL. THE. TIME. Ten minutes after breakfast, my stomach is grumbling and demanding more sustenance. We’re relatively healthy eaters over here in the Weez household, so I don’t feel thaaat bad about eating 18 times a day. Yes, I brought my camera to the grocery store on Sunday and took a picture of our cart.
This week’s menu? Coconut chicken and spinach salad, homemade veggie pizzas, and vegan shepard’s pie. Snack foods? bananachocolatePB milk shakes, clementines, and evol burritos. I love evol burritos. They’re my absolute fav I’m-in-a-hurry (AND healthy!) meal/snack.
Anyways. Where was I? Oh yeah. Taper madness.
I’m also having all sorts of crazy race day dreams… bottle necks at the aid stations that cause me to have to stop and wait for a few minutes. Getting lost. Tripping on a curb and twisting my ankle. Starting out way too fast and crashing/burning at mile 20.
Fortunately, I have a friend who has offered to run with me, to pace me so that I don’t get lost/start out way too fast. How lucky am I?! And this friend? He’s no stranger to most of you… he’s none other than Sam, founder of Operation Jack!
I’ve been a longtime supporter of Operation Jack and it’s passionate cause: raising awareness and funds for Train 4 Autism. I ran the Cleveland marathon with/for Operation Jack in 2010, so I’m stoked and wicked thankful Sam is running CIM with/for me. It’s coming ’round full circle.
Ha, I hope he knows what he’s getting himself into. I’m probably gonna puke at some point. And cry. And nervous-jabber at the starting line. And tell him to shut it and stop telling me to “dig deep” when I’m dying at mile 22. It takes a certain type of friendship to handle a runner(me) at their(my) most vulnerable state. And Sam is just the runner friend who can do it.
Sam is extra confident that we’ll hit that sub 3:35:00 mark. His confidence makes me nervous. I think he’s crazy. But I hope he’s right. It’s gonna take a perfect race and a bit of luck to get there. But with his help, I might really have a chance at re-earning that trip to Boston I lost back in the spring. I want to prove to myself that I can do this, that surgery can’t slow me down.
We. Got. This.
Have you ever run with a pacer before?
Nope. This’ll be a first.
Do you get emotional during races?
I used to get so nervous before XC races in college, that I’d make myself sick. Literally. And it wasn’t pretty. I haven’t since college days though. Don’t worry Sam.
What’s in your grocery cart??