For real?!! Yesterday was my 7th 20 mile run and it was by far the most hype.
- 2 heated bathroom breaks with no line on clean commodes with toilet paper
- a shot of wheatgrass and fresh juice at mile-14
- an offer of fresh peppers dipped in humus
- a suggestion to stop at 7-11 for orange juice and peanuts.
I’m surprised we didn’t get mani’s and pedi’s or maybe some waxing along the way. Why not? YOLO.
I think I could actually get fat from this kind of long running. Yesterday I was royalty on a run. My sister, brother-in-law, and I bagged our second 20-miler for the ING Miami Marathon. I am a spoiled brat and never want another primitive minimalist run.
Here’s where we got the wheatgrass and fresh juice.
Ellwood Thompson Organic Market in Richmond, Va
My feet were killing me, I had no mental acuity and almost fell into a gentleman at the checkout while I was waiting for my fabulous fuel. Instead of thinking me cool and fit and fun like I falsely believe of myself at times, he gave me a dirty look. He insinuated with his eyes that I was rude with no self-control. Clearly, we had not met.
This is the juice concoction:
HAVOC, baby. It was delicious and energizing. Check out those ingredients. I was havoc on the pavement afterwards. At least in my mind.
My sister and I think we need to hire our own juicer to accompany us to Miami. THAT would be nice.
Today I taught a Hatha Yoga class where we did Heron’s Pose:
And now, I taper. Heaven.
Next up: Interview with an Ironman – SHUT UP AND RUN!