I'm feeling obdurate. I've gotten a couple of sarcastic comments about my not blogging about the Tahoe relay yet. Grrr.
I'm stubborn as a mule, as E. can tell you. So now I'm loathe to write about the race 'til I'm good and ready. I know it's been late in coming. But I've got a lot on my plate:
- logging long hours at work
- getting ready for our upcoming move to California
- spiffying up our house and finding and interviewing prospective renters (we're keeping our house, as well as our condo)
- looking for a house to either rent or buy in Los Angeles, AND
- looking for a house to buy at Lake Tahoe
Don't ask on that last one. Too much to explain.
By the way, the photo is of me at 2 years old, mad as hell that I had to wear a frilly dress that scratched my neck and pigtails so tight my scalp tingled in pain. I felt as misanthropic then as I feel right about now. Not much has changed.
Running Update: Did an easy 5 miles last Saturday, then logged 10 miles alone (oh, bliss!) Sunday morning. But the first mile was horrible. I wasn't quite awake yet and I felt sluggish and tired. Just ugggh. My time on that 1st mile proved it: 10:09. I shuffled a bit faster the second mile, but my legs still felt like two lead weights.
The third mile, my body started to warm up and I thought, "OK, this running thing? Ain't so bad."
The 4th mile was like butter: 9:09. So were the rest of the miles. I did slow down a bit per Coach's advice on long runs: run between :45 and 1:30 slower per mile than marathon goal pace (mine is 8:36/mile). So my average pace on that long run was 9:25/mile.
And I even did it without fluids. Okay, pipe down. Humidity was relatively low and it wasn't sweltering hot. So I was fine. Ten miles is the max I'll run without water or Gatorade.