Running Myself Ragged
So I feel very remiss in my duties to any faithful readership I might have out there, but this week has been really crazy and I just haven't had time to write. I still don't, so this is me officially stealing time.
Anyway, where were we? Last week's long run was by far the most miserable yet. It was about 50 degrees but with a steady cold rain. My group decided that despite the weather, we were going to run six miles. I started out in shorts, a cotton t-shirt, and a fleece pullover (the sports kind that actually doesn't absorb water like a sponge). Unfortunately after a mile and a half, I decided to leave my fleece at a water stop because I was hot. On seeing my cotton t-shirts my running buddies chided me, but I figured I'd be fine. Oh was I wrong. The rain picked up, and soon my cold soaked t-shirt was clinging to my stomach as I ran. I would have been warmer if I had taken it off and run in my bra (next time... next time). Anyway, every part of me was cold, my legs my arms, and most especially my stomach... which isn't a fun state of being. Also, there were hills, lots of them. But, we stuck together as a group (Lisa, Tedd, Melanie, and I... though Lisa always went ahead on the hills and then slowed down so we could catch up... she claims the hills are her favorite part, she certainly takes them quickly).
After the run, Su and I decided to get a hot breakfast and we tried out the Atlanta Bread Company, which we chose because it always has a full parking lot when we drive past it. The food was a little pricey, but very good, and unforunately, very heavy. We were both still cold (and sopping wet) so we ordered the most decadent hot chocolate that I've ever had (complete with whip cream and lots of chocolate shavings). I got french toast as well, and Su got crepes stuffed with apples and pecans. So, in addition to learning that cotton really is a terrible fabric to run in on a rainy day, I also learned that eating a lot of rich, heavy food, after running six miles, doesn't agree with my stomach. I promptly got sick, went home, and slept most of the afternoon away. I hope it was the food and not the run, because otherwise this could be a problem.
Sunday I went to our honored hero party, and met Elijah Cox as well as some other cancer patients and cancer survivors. The honored hero for the San Diego marathon just found out that she is officially in remission and is actually planning on running the San Diego Marathon, which I think is fantastic. The actual event didn't leave much space for meaningful interaction with the honored heros (there were just too many people), but it was still worthwile. You could tell that the fundraising efforts mean a lot to the families involved, and it was good to talk to some Team in Training people while eating cookies instead of running. Most of the pictures that I added are from that event. The pictures of me looking cold in a parking lot are from a couple of weeks ago.
so I really need to get some work done, but I will write more soon...
Anyway, where were we? Last week's long run was by far the most miserable yet. It was about 50 degrees but with a steady cold rain. My group decided that despite the weather, we were going to run six miles. I started out in shorts, a cotton t-shirt, and a fleece pullover (the sports kind that actually doesn't absorb water like a sponge). Unfortunately after a mile and a half, I decided to leave my fleece at a water stop because I was hot. On seeing my cotton t-shirts my running buddies chided me, but I figured I'd be fine. Oh was I wrong. The rain picked up, and soon my cold soaked t-shirt was clinging to my stomach as I ran. I would have been warmer if I had taken it off and run in my bra (next time... next time). Anyway, every part of me was cold, my legs my arms, and most especially my stomach... which isn't a fun state of being. Also, there were hills, lots of them. But, we stuck together as a group (Lisa, Tedd, Melanie, and I... though Lisa always went ahead on the hills and then slowed down so we could catch up... she claims the hills are her favorite part, she certainly takes them quickly).
After the run, Su and I decided to get a hot breakfast and we tried out the Atlanta Bread Company, which we chose because it always has a full parking lot when we drive past it. The food was a little pricey, but very good, and unforunately, very heavy. We were both still cold (and sopping wet) so we ordered the most decadent hot chocolate that I've ever had (complete with whip cream and lots of chocolate shavings). I got french toast as well, and Su got crepes stuffed with apples and pecans. So, in addition to learning that cotton really is a terrible fabric to run in on a rainy day, I also learned that eating a lot of rich, heavy food, after running six miles, doesn't agree with my stomach. I promptly got sick, went home, and slept most of the afternoon away. I hope it was the food and not the run, because otherwise this could be a problem.
Sunday I went to our honored hero party, and met Elijah Cox as well as some other cancer patients and cancer survivors. The honored hero for the San Diego marathon just found out that she is officially in remission and is actually planning on running the San Diego Marathon, which I think is fantastic. The actual event didn't leave much space for meaningful interaction with the honored heros (there were just too many people), but it was still worthwile. You could tell that the fundraising efforts mean a lot to the families involved, and it was good to talk to some Team in Training people while eating cookies instead of running. Most of the pictures that I added are from that event. The pictures of me looking cold in a parking lot are from a couple of weeks ago.
so I really need to get some work done, but I will write more soon...
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