Last night, I completed my 17th run on my schedule, and I have 17 more before the Akron Marathon, with a half marathon in there for good measure. That, according to my expert calculations, means I'm halfway done with my training. So far, so good.
Next week will be my peak week. However, I'm done with 20-milers, as the next one I would have done would interfere with the Buckeye Half Marathon, my nemesis and where I plan to crack the 1 hour, 50 minutes barrier. I have one more set of 10 Yasso 800s. And then we'll be in taper mode. It's all happening so fast!
You leave a comment, I wait a couple days while I think of the perfect response.
Apparently, Legs Up leads Xenia to put her mind in the gutter: "I keep forgetting to try the legs up thing. God, that sounds wrong ..."
Answer: I'm glad I continue to inspire you. Yes, Legs Up is exhilarating, but don't stand up too fast or you'll topple over like a souse off a barstool. (Oh, and welcome back.)
Always the classy broad, the erratic epicurean sympathizes with my bowel issues on that
Answer: True, nobody likes a shitty run.
Trying out her detective skills, Virginia Dressler, another real-life friend of mine, attempts to track down my new track friend: "Was it this guy?"
Answer: If you actually paid attention to my description of my track friend, Ms. Dressler, you would know the answer to your innocuous question. This does not look like a "weirdo, red-headed step-child." It looks like a rhinoceros. Inspector Clouseau, you are not.
Happy Hour shall soon deliver us from our workaday stresses. Have a good weekend, my gentle readers. Run well and drink well.