Reality is setting in. 3 more weeks until my 1st Marathon!
Yesterday’s 20 miler was no joke. It was physically and mentally harder than last week’s 20. The humidity was horrible. I have never sweat so much in my life! I felt like a running paper mache project.
The slower pace did not help. Every muscle in my body had a story to tell.
My quads talked dirty to me saying things like:
• Why are you doing this?
• No more marathons for me!
• Girl, how are you going to handle 26.2 when you can barely make it through 20?
My mind fought back with:
• Block everything out and just run!
• We got this. Almost there!
• This is what you signed up for.
“All Hustle, No Luck” helped me reach the zenith of marathon training. Let the taper time begin!
A 30 minute ice bath, compression sleeves and a trip to the salon prepped me for my friend’s birthday party at Jazzy Blu.
♥HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONETTA!!♥
Only a true friend would go from comfy Asics to 4in stilletos in the middle of a flood warning. The band was superb. I enjoyed the jazz cover to “Smells Like Teen Spirit” the most.