Virginia is for Lovers. And Racers.
Thursday night at 11pm My Runner and I leave to drive the 596 miles to Virginia Beach for the Yuengling Shamrock Marathon. The weather looks to be in the upper 60's and sunny, and our room has an ocean view. Pocket's running the 8k with us on Saturday, and nothing will please me more to spend the morning running with two of my favorite people next to the majestic Atlantic Ocean.
I'm looking forward to this trip so much it's all that's on my mind. I've got an extensive list of what to pack, divided by categories, (clothes, toiletries, booze, etc.). I'm obsessively checking the weather (last Monday the prediction was 50% chance of precipitation on Sunday, today it's down to 30%). I'm looking at the race maps and imagining what the runs will be like, and browsing through the "Virginia Beach" pool on Flickr (an eclectic mix of professionals and vacation photos).
I'm SO excited for the vacation that I keep forgetting that I'm running THIRTEEN MILES on Sunday. After running just under 5 miles on Saturday. At this point, I'm as trained as I'm gonna be. I (mostly) avoided injuries at hockey (bruises don't really count). I know where there's water and Gu on the course, and I've got some to carry with me. My shoes are well broken in, my running clothing has been chosen, my iPod is charged and I'm ready to go. The only unknowns are "chafe," (I know what chafe is in general, but runner's chafe sounds... no good), and if I can *actually* go the distance.
I'm no longer afraid to walk, but I don't want to give in to the walking if I don't have to. I was pretty tired running 5 miles last Sunday, but the conditions were bad. 6 miles three weeks ago felt great. My plan is to try to make it to the water station (about 6 miles in) without walking, get some water and fuel, walk about a half mile, and see if I can run again. From then on in, if I'm tired or hurting, I'll sign-post it (ie, run to that sign-post, walk to this one, run to that one, walk to this one).
You know this *isn't a running blog* however the next few posts will be running-centered, so you've been "warned." Also, the DAY we return from Virginia Beach the Nerd Herd will fight for the NHSSC Hockey trophy in the Season 6 finals. Hopefully I won't be too broken to break myself at hockey. :-)
I'm looking forward to this trip so much it's all that's on my mind. I've got an extensive list of what to pack, divided by categories, (clothes, toiletries, booze, etc.). I'm obsessively checking the weather (last Monday the prediction was 50% chance of precipitation on Sunday, today it's down to 30%). I'm looking at the race maps and imagining what the runs will be like, and browsing through the "Virginia Beach" pool on Flickr (an eclectic mix of professionals and vacation photos).
I'm SO excited for the vacation that I keep forgetting that I'm running THIRTEEN MILES on Sunday. After running just under 5 miles on Saturday. At this point, I'm as trained as I'm gonna be. I (mostly) avoided injuries at hockey (bruises don't really count). I know where there's water and Gu on the course, and I've got some to carry with me. My shoes are well broken in, my running clothing has been chosen, my iPod is charged and I'm ready to go. The only unknowns are "chafe," (I know what chafe is in general, but runner's chafe sounds... no good), and if I can *actually* go the distance.
I'm no longer afraid to walk, but I don't want to give in to the walking if I don't have to. I was pretty tired running 5 miles last Sunday, but the conditions were bad. 6 miles three weeks ago felt great. My plan is to try to make it to the water station (about 6 miles in) without walking, get some water and fuel, walk about a half mile, and see if I can run again. From then on in, if I'm tired or hurting, I'll sign-post it (ie, run to that sign-post, walk to this one, run to that one, walk to this one).
You know this *isn't a running blog* however the next few posts will be running-centered, so you've been "warned." Also, the DAY we return from Virginia Beach the Nerd Herd will fight for the NHSSC Hockey trophy in the Season 6 finals. Hopefully I won't be too broken to break myself at hockey. :-)
1 Comments:
At 1:06 PM , Heather said...
Good luck, love monkey! That sounds wonderful. And awful. But great.
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