I’ll post a less-pictorial wrap-up in a few days…
Saturday was my last long run! 8 miles, 50 degrees, light rain, finally got my race mix down on my Shuffle, there was nothing I didn’t like about this run. Besides a particularly persistent charley horse in my left leg around mile 4, that is. But it worked itself out after I stopped for a minute or 2, so it was all good.
This week’s running schedule is practically nothing! Looks like:
Then, of course, Sunday is go time. It’s crazy hard to believe that these last 12 weeks have flown by the way they have. How incredulous was I that I could even run 7 miles, no less 12! And this whole running thing in general…I went from running not.at.all to running 5Ks to trying a couple 10Ks and now my first half is so close!
I’m starting to get pretty anxious about the race… I’ll tackle that in my next post.
This picture possibly belies my actual sentiment, but if you look closely you can probably tell I am gritting my teeth.
That is probably why I didn’t run to write about it. “Nine miles, SO not a big deal, I just did 12 last week, I am a running genius, I totally got this…” are things that MAY have been swirling around in my noggin BEFORE this run, only to be swiftly dashed into teenytinyyouneedanelectronmicroscopetofindthem pieces. Good thing my husband has access to one of those.
The Ironhorse is on October 11. I get my training group tee tomorrow and packet pickup for the race is Friday. I’m hoping I shook out whatever bugs were in the system. My last long run is tomorrow.
8 miles. I totally got this.