My tank top is clean. My shorts are clean. My shoes are dirty, but I didn’t wanna wash ‘em too close to the race. I can’t find my number-holder-strap thing. Dang. My fanny pack has 3 Gu’s, 2 Carb BOOM!s, 10 Endurolyte capsules, a bottle of Ibuprofen, water, and 4 baby wipes (that Gu is STICKY!).
My “before I leave the house” pile has my vitamins and a bottle of pain killers for the special kind of pain only women get once a month. Yay me. I get to run a half-marathon on day #2. Yippee skippy!
I’ve consumed a great deal of water this afternoon, because I forgot all morning. I forgot to take my vitamins too, but I still took some C (rumor has it Vit. C helps prevent that ammonia dilemma). I took a little nap and iced my knee. For some reason it’s been hurting today. That’s funny, it usually only hurts after I’ve run a bit. Hmmm… I ran into my physical therapist earlier this morning and told him about my new pain. I confessed I didn’t intend to see him about it until after the race. He was kind enough to show me a stretch I can do if it flares up during the race. Nice man. He’d like it if I’d bike more… says it’s easier on the knees. He’s right.
I’m off… to pack the kid’s gear for tomorrow. The clan and katie’s family will be dropping us off and waiting at the finish. We have such supportive families. A special thank you to my hubby who has let me take the last 8 Saturdays to run long… and has had to endure my ammonia theories, sore muscles, and knee complaints. You’re Superey Superson babe :)
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