These days marathon training is no big deal. I have a plan and I have to execute. Simple as that. I’ve grown more comfortable with doing my long runs alone and without music. I am able to maximize my day with getting a jump start on miles instead of waiting until the group starts at 8 a.m. on Saturdays. My hill repeats are finished and I am home by the time the Tuesday group starts at 6 p.m.
Flying Pig training peaks with two 20 milers over the next three weeks. I am a little nervous because my right knee has been giving me some issues. I would hate to pull out the marathon this late in the game. All the hard work I have put in since January better go towards something! If I need to increase my pace, I will adjust accordingly.
Speaking of adjustments, I had to break my mileage down into four 8 mile runs last week so I could attend the fifth stop of Rihanna’s ANTI Tour in Cincinnati.
The show was worth the wait with the flying bridge and untypical bare white stage. Hopefully, I will be back in Cincinnati for the Flying Pig in 6 more weeks!
In addition to being a loyal Rihanna fan, I am a Great Aunt again with this bundle of joy:
On the job front, I had the pleasure of judging our school’s talent show alongside WLKY’s Ann Bowdan. All the participants did a fantastic job.
I have also been helping out with the track team. I will be glad when training is over so I can balance my time with the team more. I am loving my new teaching job and all the perks that come along with it. I put my all into every lesson for every Smootent. I received an award for perfect attendance and I am on track to get another one for March.
Finally, I can’t make all this happen without some good meals. I was able to meet up with my former coworkers, Chad and Brandi after a rainy 18 miler a couple weeks ago. Brandi and her husband did not care for the spicy Indian food. We laughed the entire dinner.
Recently, I went to Ruth’s Chris. I don’t eat a lot of red meat when training. The stuffed chicken is right up there with their steaks as far as flavor. Can’t forget the desserts…stressed spelled backwards.