This past Saturday, under a gloriously blue sky, a ten mile-per-hour breeze blowing fairly steadily out of the northwest, in upper-50s/lower-60s temperatures, we ran what will soon be our third longest run of the year.
Eighteen freaking miles.
Or in the words of Sebastian Bach....
The weather makes such an enormous difference when it comes to these things. Last week's 16 mile run was considerably more difficult. But it was also about 15 degrees warmer. There's something about a picture perfect 63° day that makes running a longer distance seem breezy in comparison.
"Hey, wait a minute," you thought. "Eighteen miles is breezy?"
No. It decidedly is not.
As we're gearing up, or down, or however it's classified when you're just about done with the training and prepping for race day—just a few weeks away—we're trying to focus on how our bodies feel. Sleep, or lack of it, really hurts. Food is both a friend and foe. Are we drinking enough—or too much—water?
For both of us, the past couple of weeks have been killer—and for different reasons. Joy is battling some pretty difficult leg muscle issues. She's working through them, focusing on and drawing strength from the support we've received from so many of our family and friends. Ross has developed a weird hip/lower back thing that requires some TLC, if by "tender," you mean "rolling around on a foam-covered PVC pipe" to keep it loose. So we each have our moments.
But we've also raised more than $6,000 for Bright Pink, and have set our sights on raising more. If you haven't already, please consider making a tax-deductible donation to Bright Pink on our behalf. Our donation page is here. And if you'd rather make a donation in person, come to this in a couple of weeks:
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