Workout: (yesterday): 13.1 chatty miles with friends
(today): 3 dinky, uninspired miles
It was wonderful to go to bed on Friday night without thinking about a 20 miler the next morning. It’s amazing how much marathon training changes your perspective of what a “long” run is. Waking up to do 12 felt kind of like Lindsay Lohan’s jail sentence: you know it needs to get done, but you know it won’t be that long, and, anyway, it has the potential to be kind of fun (twizzlers, a private room, and an inexplicable spread in Vogue?). And it was fun. Beautiful weather, and, at mile 10, we stopped to watch a man reel in a massive (like, 2.5 foot span) sting ray on the pier at the Berkeley Marina.
Discovery of the day: sting rays kind of really look like dolphins. Flat ones, but yeah.
Anyway, as much as I’m enjoying the mental and physical break of taper, just like LL’s moment of freedom (to continue the Lohan metaphor), I know the reprieve won’t last. And, so, one failed drug test later, Lindsay’s going back to jail, and I’ll be running absurdly far two weeks from today. This is both awesome, thrilling, and terrifying enough that I did the totally logical thing of accidentally going to Lululemon and buying $102 worth of new running clothes.
These shorts are $54, and probably actually worth it. Completely awesome. I went into Lululemon after my run on Saturday, took off my standard uniform of Nike Tempos and singlet and Target Champion bra in the dressing room, and replaced them with a full Lulu suit. It was nearly devastating to change back. And, even though Carrie Underwood wears Nike Tempos (and I want to be Carrie Underwood) I think I’m a convert.
I love this picture. Nike Tempos and a skinned knee. That’s like, me, 85% of the time. Baby steps towards becoming her clone, muahahaha.
Anyway.
It’s too bad that the name is so stupid (Luuuuuluuuuuleeeemon), or I would have gone in a long time ago. And would be homeless as a result.
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In other news, last night we had pizza.
Homemade dough, real Texas barbeque sauce, chicken, carmelized balsamic onions, thinly sliced sauteed potatoes, and mozz. Awesome.
Disclaimer: this is actually Ian’s pizza, which he insisted we photograph instead of mine, which looked “weird.”
Weird? It just had no cheese, and was covered in peas and a nutritional yeast “cheese” sauce. Totally normal. Right?
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