so far, anyway.
Friday night/Saturday morning, someone found this post by Googling for "pick your poison drinking game." Since it was 2 a.m., their time, I doubt they were looking for someone talking about recovery from alcohol addiction. Snort. When I was 'in my cups,' Al Gore hadn't yet invented the internet, so I can't say if I would have searched online for the rules of a drinking game.
I seriously doubt it.
That time I showed you my post-workout, red-faced, soaked t-shirt picture got a few hits from people looking for "wet t-shirt." [And this one will probably get some, too, now that I've put those words out there.] I'm the definition of bringin' sexyback, aren't I?
Okay, where's my trophy? Or at least a sling for the arm I broke patting myself on the back. You know how yesterday I said the Runner's World Smart Coach Plan looked too hard? [The way it works is you supply information about your current fitness level, the distance you want to run and the date of the race. Then Smart Coach spits out the perfect training plan for you.] With the data I plugged in, that silly coach told me I had to run seven miles yesterday at a 15:20 pace. Which is walking fast, not really running, unless your legs are short!
Since it was bitterly cold outside, I knew it would be a treadmill workout and I decided to see if I could do it. Seven. Miles. On a treadmill. Plus a warm-up lap and a cool-down one, so a total of 7.5.
My treadmill stops after 99 minutes. I did not know that. I had to go nine more minutes to complete the mileage, and it ended up being a 14:53333333 pace, a little faster than prescribed. I could easily have carried on a conversation the whole time, should anyone have shown up wanting to chat. All body parts are fine and dandy this morning. I took an Aleve before bed, more as a preventive measure, but I probably could have slept fine without it.
Now here's the thing that surprised me more than anything else. I was not hungry the rest of the day. I had cereal with fruit and milk at about 8 a.m., started running at 10 a.m., forced myself to eat some leftover turkey chili with rice at about 1 p.m. and had a vegetable-and-cheese omelette with toast for dinner at 6. I ended up eating far fewer calories than I'm "supposed" to have, but I felt like I ate very well.
The worst part about a long run like that is that you're pretty much done doing anything for the rest of the day. I finished reading Marathoning for Mortals and started in again on Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which I put down when I bought Sugar Blues.
Now where's that sling again?
Ninety-seven days until race day.