The half marathon is over. So now what? I don’t know!

I’ve run no more than 5 miles since then. It took about a week to recover from those sore muscles. And then I moved to a new city. Now that things are getting back to normal I’m making the decision to take some time to get stronger and work on my flexability and hip and leg strength and take things real slow (the opposite of my half marathon training plan). Maybe a little yoga, swimming, and discovering routes and trails in my new city - but no plans for races or lofty goals for now.

HALF MARATHON THOUGHTS

Mile 0: It’s been 30 minutes since this race started and I’m still a mile away from the start line. All of these people around me are insufferable. Someone call the fashion police on that woman with the compression socks and tutu.

Mile 1: Ohh my God, heeeerreeee we go. Listen to all these people cheering and woo-ing at us. I’m going to cheer and woo back at them and raise my arms and give them a thumbs up so they know how excited I am.

Mile 2: Race photographer! Get out of my way, I’m going to get right in front of his lens. Take my picture. Take my picture. I need evidence this happened.

Miles 3-4: Ugh, the National Mall. Wooptedoo. Whose idea was it to cut down all the trees around here? No relief from the sun. It sure is getting toasty.

Mile 5: Wow, Dupont Circle. Look at all these people cheering with their funny signs. And look, a band. What a great feeling, I want to do this forever and ever.

Mile 6: Who put this hill here. Chugga chugga chugga. Up we go. Gimme that Gatorade. Time for a gu. Eww, this tastes like chalk.

Mile 7: Look at how crowded Adams Morgan is. It’s just like a Saturday night except everyone isn’t drunk. Or maybe they are. Ohh, I see my friend, I’m going to high-five her. I’m going to high-five her. I just high-fived her. Yes.

Miles 8-9: This is getting boring but I’m glad I have my name on my shirt. I love all these strangers cheering for me.

Mile 10: This is longer than I’ve ever run ever and ouch, everything hurts. Were is my cycling coach?

Mile 10.5: There he is. Now I have a running partner. We can do this. Together. Yeah.

Miles 11-13: Oww oww oww. [I think I blacked out for most of these miles]

Mile 13.1: Thank God this is over. Give me that banana. Take my picture. Chocolate milk, hell yeah. Remind me never to do this again.

The countdown has begun. I’m ready to rock…or whatever.

Here’s what I’ll be wearing tomorrow. Look for the neon green shorts, neon orange shoelaces, and my name in huge letters across my shirt. Can’t miss me.

Jury Duty!

I’ve been selected to serve on a jury in a case that is supposed to last 7-10 days. This means I’ll have to go to packet pickup at the Expo for the dreaded post-work Friday rush. Let’s just hope someone is handing out bowlfuls of pasta for the hour long wait.

Jury Duty!