But when I do, it's a GO BIG or GO HOME kind of moment... so on Saturday night we went out and I ordered a margarita with my fajita dinner.
Approximately what I ordered:
approximately what was delivered to my table... (only I always drink mine on the rocks)
Right. "It's ONLY 12 MILES TOMORROW".
Aka. Famous. Last. Words.
FYI Fajitas for pre-run meal weren't that bad. Chicken, some veggies and some wraps. No harm. Not ~like~ epic nutrition, but not a Run-tastrophe of the Cheeseburger and Fries variety.
Anyway, today's run went a bit like this....
|is it just me, or does this photo|
make me look boob-a-licious?
The Posse & I started with the group we call SNOT.
I watched SNOT pull away like I was barely running.
I was now the last runner on the MTT route.
Alone. For perspective....
This is me on my group run this morning.
MTTographer snagged a photo of me bringing up the rear. To be perfectly honest with you, I'm running an 8:45 here in "last place".
So. What now?
Well, I have the best friends in the world.
Karasmatic pretty much ROCKS. She was coaching from the bike today, as she's still recovering... ahem... from her marathon... ah... In all seriousness, it doesn't really matter why she was on the bike. The truth was, I was SO freaking glad she was coaching from the bike today I could have cried. We hung together for 8 miles of my 12 miler....
And then, around the time that Karasmatic was getting so cold she could hardly stand herself, I looked up to see a familiar set of quads in a white skirt running toward me...
T joined me for the last 5 or so miles. We got off course because I failed to pick up the route directions that I carefully printed last night.
or this morning. However you want to look at it.
See above note about tequila.
So we just ran around the city until I had all my miles wrapped up. Then T & I hit coffee with Birch, Karasmatic, KC and DeNiece so we could group stalk the runners out KICKING A** at Detroit today. (congrats again to the MTTr's who CRUSHED Detroit... Detroit didn't even know what hit it).
Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't give Birch a little shout out for his excellent sportsmanship in his loss of the Plank Off this morning... KC is a bit like a ringer though. She.never.loses.