In no particular order…
My new lucky number…
Is 17983. That’s what bib number I’ll be wearing on April 16th! Boston released bib, wave, and corral info on Friday. I’m in Wave 2, Corral 9…or 2/9, my birthday 
The 20-miler that wasn’t…
I was supposed to run 20 miles on Saturday (20-miler #4). By mile 12, I was aware of 3 things: (1) my legs were trashed. Maybe mile repeats 2 days before wasn’t the best idea or maybe all the miles and intensity of the Monster Month are getting to me? (2) my right hamstring was tight. This is 100% my fault, as I’ve slacked off a bit with my PT exercises. And (3) damn, it’s hot out!
I decided to back off my pace (I was running 8:30s up until that point). There is no sense in pushing the pace when my hammie feels tight. By mile 16 I wanted to be DONE. Oh god, was I hating life. I followed my gut and cut it short at mile 18. I wasn’t doing my legs any favors by running 2 more miles “just to make it 20”. I finished in 2:40 (8:53 average pace).
On Sunday I ran 8 easy and felt good. Just some residual soreness but otherwise OK. My gut is always right!
Low-key St. Patty’s Day
Staying home and drinking beer on the deck and watching basketball was the perfect SPD celebration.
Miller Lite looks classy in a frosted glass
So very true…
I saw this on Run The Edge’s FB page over the weekend. When I read through the comments, I couldn’t believe how many people didn’t get it or are completely void of a sense of humor.
Any part of the meme ring true to you? I love “what my mom thinks I do”. If you can’t read it, it’s basically a creepy man asking if you want to come to his house for candy. And…aren’t we all Kara and Shalane when we run?!
Check out my guest post on Terzah’s blog!