Because I know these are the things that keep you up at night.
A few very important follow-ups on yesterday’s race recap:
Q: Did you eat or drink anything during the race?
A: I had a Gu with me, but I never really felt like I wanted it, so I never ate it. (ZOMG I listened to by body!) I ran (quickly) through two water stops (one at mile 6 and one at mile 11) and took a few sips at each one. It wasn’t particularly warm out and I never really felt thirsty.
After the race, I re-hydrated with a beer and a banana and a couple of bottles of water, followed by a giant platter of fish ‘n chips (yum) a couple of hours later.
Q: You really drank that beer? Wasn’t it, like, 9 AM?
Free beer knows nothing of these arcane social conventions. Free beer is free beer. And it tasted damn good at 9 AM!
Besides, at that point I’d already been awake for four hours. So really, it was the same as getting up at 8 AM and drinking a beer at noon. Which would be totally socially acceptable. Right?
Q: Did you really run a half marathon in high school?
Yes, two actually!
The first one was just after my senior year cross-country season. It was the Seattle Half Marathon. I don’t think I’d ever run more than 10 miles before and finished in the low 1:40s.
A couple of months later, I ran this po-dunk race with a runner guy friend. We finished in 1:36, to the best of my recollection. I remember thinking, at the time, “huh, is that good?” I had no idea that I would be chasing that stupid PR fourteen years later.
Anyway, yeah. I was faster in high school than I am now. This is why I can never PR. Der.
Q: So what’s next?
Aside from the usual smattering of local 5Ks, I’ve got Charlottesville Half next month. However, I’ve already decided that I’m not going to “race” that one. It’ll be the hubs’ first half, so I’m going to stick with him. (With his blessing. Because I realize how patronizing that may sound.)
I’d also like to race a 10K sometime soon. I realized as I saw 6.2 tick by on my watch on Sunday that I’d just beaten any 10K I’d raced in recent years. I avoid 10Ks like the plague because I hate them. But it’s a distance where my grown-up-PR will collapse easily, so I should probably go ahead and do that.
After that, I’m looking at a little NYC surprise in May! Park Slope hipsters, watch out…
Q: Can I see a picture of your cat?
A: Well, duh.
O HAI, ur backpack is now full of kitteh.
Q: This post sucked. I’m leaving now.
A: I don’t blame you. This post did suck. Sorry about that.
Well, I’m off to catch up on a serious backlog of Words With Friends. Also known as: staring at a meager collection of consonants until my eyes cross and I fall asleep. Nighty night, y’all!