In it for the long run

Random, short catch up. Thanksgiving in Wyoming was great. G and I ran a turkey trot (his first race) and he made a delicious bacon wrapped turkey.

i had way

way

way

too much alcohol friday night, which made my half-marathon on sunday a bloody slog. we were running into the wind for at least six miles, and it was 39 degrees fahrenheit at the start, so it was a cold slog, too. i had fleece-lined leggings, a warm vest, a windbreaker, a wooly cap, and gloves on the whole race, and i was still chilled at the end. but it was done, if not necessarily done well; and i hit 43 miles last week; and so i’m content enough.

i’ve been hungry, though, hungry all day, every day. my body wants cheese and steak, potatoes and bread, and all the woodsy vegetables and leafy greens i can get my mitts on. i assume it’s partly my increased mileage and partly the cold and maybe mostly being entirely over counting calories. so today i had a massive cheat day, finishing off with a glass of red wine. i’m going to listen to my body over these next few weeks: if i don’t hit my weekly mileage, if i eat potatoes or pasta every day, if i read nothing but pulpy trash–it’s okay. i’ve worked hard all year, and i’m stronger than i’ve ever been in my life. i’m giving myself permission to relax.

Friday 5 miles

Saturday 10 miles with negative splits

Today I rest

Remember when I was going to run 12 easy last weekend but accidentally ran 15.5 with half of it not so easy?