Not THAT kind of breakdown … read on.
Saturday’s Workout Stats:
Route: from Mile 10 (middle-of-nowhere Framingham) to the Finish Line (!)
Best Song: the birds in the trees, the whoosh of adrenaline, the
relentless panting, unhealthy wheezing, boundless energy of my airflow up Heartbreak Hill
This weekend’s long run, in a word? Phenomenal. The post-run party? Also fun. But not nearly as cool as the slam-the-football-in-the-end-zone, tear-your-shirt-off-after-winning-the-World-Cup,
double triple quadruple Holy Crap moment of crossing the Boston Marathon finish line. The FINISH line. Indescribable.
All I need to do is add a mere 10 miles [cold sweat] to this weekend’s accomplishment, and we have ourselves a marathon.
Saturday was a beautiful day for a run. It was pretty cool in the morning (the run began at 10:30), but the sun shined warmly upon the Miles for Miracles team (plus those of the Liver Society, the Alzheimer’s Association and many other charity teams), right up through Mile 26 in Copley Square.
We followed the marathon route through the suburbs of Massachusetts, dodging cars and stopping every few miles for a water break (or Gatorade – blue – or gummy bears or pretzels or Jolly Ranchers). Who knew marathoning could be so delicious? And, yes, I just made up a word. You like?
All this food talk must have you wondering – what did I eat for this 16-mile test of nerves? Sharkies and Gu, my friends. Citrus Sharkies and lemon-lime Gu. Survey says? Success! My stomach was happy and healthy both during and after the run. (You can finally sleep now.)
This week, I ran with two lovely girls – Jen and Katie – who kept me on my toes and entertained for the entire run. So, if you’ve found this blog (and we talked about it – a lot – 16 miles gets WAY LONG), welcome, and thanks for a fun few hours.
Now on to the good stuff. The breakdown …
The well-meaning, good posture-encouraging, altogether devastatingly unchic “professional” clogs
A lot has changed in just a few months. A LOT.