Saturday: LR with RP
Her longest race has "only" been a half-marathon, and I've felt bad pushing for 14 miles these past few weeks. Saturday I thought we'd just shoot for 13 and keep her from getting discouraged. At about 11 miles, she figured out the mileage and suggested with add to get to 14
Turns out, she's been sharing her mileage totals with one of her sisters who is training for her first marathon, and is super competitive
so I got one more 14 miler. I can't believe my good luck, finally finding someone who's on the same page
Sunday was a tough 8 miles. It was humid but windy, which is about as good as it's going to get here until, I dunno.....October, maybe? So I tried to add on a mile more. I'm amazed at how difficult a single damn mile can be at times
This morning was an easy and uneventful 6.
Bonus: old story, disregard if you've seen it before
. My first Boston, (2000) I heard we'd have our pictures taken as we approached the finish line. It had been cold the entire day, and I was wearing a old pair of socks on my hands, expecting to warm up and throw them away somewhere on the course. As I made the turn onto Hereford, I decided to take off them off so I wouldn't look like a dork in my finish photo. I did get a pretty nice finish photo, but I also got one of me on Hereford with my hand jammed in my mouth, pulling off the sock/glove with my teeth. My first Boston. Classiest pic ever. Very classy. Yeah. Very.