Practically? We'll see.
Anyway, after yesterday's long run debacle, you might be expecting another post about my uncertainties about this dang marathon, but no, I will not give the marathon that kind of satisfaction. Instead, I've resolved to take that fucker down. Downtown. Yeah.
I figure that set backs happen and, really, I ran far -- yes, I fell short of my expected distance and, yes, I felt like said distance was going to be my death, but hey, what else are Saturday mornings for? So, this week is a fresh week; it's a chance to start over and I'm gonna tackle each run with the same diligence as I have for the past several weeks (have you noted how good I've been since my mini-breakdown in July?). And I'm gonna be mindful of my diet, my sleep, and my alcohol intake (oh, how I love thee beer, but sorry, I need to have a fewer of you).
That said, I'm resting today. No running. Instead, I slept in, watched movies with the hubby all day (we watched "Schindler's List" -- husband had never seen it! can you believe it? we actually went to the theater when I was in high school to view it for my world history class -- the entire junior class went on a field trip; anyway, the movie is soooo good, but long -- 3 hours -- and emotionally draining), and now my Jer-Bear (that's my husband, Jerry) is making lasagna for us. Yummy carbs.
Thanks for all the comments on the previous post: You guys are like peas to my carrots! (We go together real good -- so, yeah, we ate at Bubba Gump's last night and I still have lots of "Forrest Gump" sayings in my head, alright? But, hey, we all have a little Forrest in us right? "Run, Forrest run!")