I used to tell myself that if someone busier than me can find the time to run than so should I. However, I've come to the conclusion that perhaps I am the busier person. Maybe not always but definitely many days. I just had a four day holiday and managed to squeeze through it with limited sleep and a list load of things to do.
It was business as usual today with Snickers meeting up with WOW and then them picking me up. We headed out for our weekly Sunday Hulk family dinner together and discussion. Tonight we talked about "the situation" (aka Friday night) and we discected my full marathon training.
Word has it the Cheonan Sanglok Marathon races don't actually have a full marathon course and that they only offered it last year as a kind of bonus.
A "bonus"?!... say what???
They know the word "marathon", the word they used in their event title, refers to a 42km run right?!
I'm hoping that perhaps this so-called "bonus" in 2013 will repeat itself this year and so I loaded up on carbs at tonight's dinner. Tonight I was going to do the long run that I was scheduled to do yesterday but didn't actually do because of date night and more business regarding "the situation".
I ate roughly 720 calories and about 74 carbs -- Indian spinach curry with garlic nan. Not the cleanest of starchy carbs but it was my weekly second cheat meal and I vouched that I needed the extra carbs for my long run. I overdid it with the carbs and wouldn't have eaten such a big meal but I've of the old school mentality and I hate to see food go to waste -- they had ordered a set menu for each of us. I steered away from the yogurt drink with the food bottom but I couldn't resist an extra piece of chicken.
After WOW dropped me off at home, he and Snickers headed off to deal with more business. I had eaten a lot, was feeling fine and was eager to run but I thought I better let my food settle. My friends are all convinced that if there were an eating contest that I could easily win. I just never seem to feel full. I stop myself from eating more because I simply only cook as much as I plan on eating but I just seem to have a never ending tummy. Perhaps I have a hallow leg -- my youngest brother used to argue it was my head that was hallow and not my leg. Ya, he wasn't very nice to me, but anyways.
The excessive carbs mixed with one late night cup of coffee helped kick butt with my long run but I vouched it was my guilty conscious about having overloaded on dinner that pushed me. Can't really say my legs hurt much after though. I was aiming to keep my pacing under 6 minutes a kilometer and I was successful at that -- kept it at 5:33min/km. The point of my long runs isn't my pacing but instead conditioning my body to get comfortable with running for such a long time. And, as I predicted, I got bored and that seemed to be my biggest problem. For the first 10km it was the layers of winter training clothes that was my problem. I had on a pair of 3/4 length leggings and a sweater underneath a winter training pants that are more like snowpants and a jacket. Finally I decided to ditch my outer layer. I had read a friend's Facebook status update the other day how she had ditched her bag in a park bush to go jogging and so I figured that if she could do that then of course I could hid my winter clothing. After all, it was later in the evening and super dark, so that's exactly what I did. Call me crazy for running in the winter with a light sweater and 3/4 length summer leggings on but that's ok. You won't be calling me crazy when you see the body I'm making... exactly.
At first they'll ask you why you're doing it and
then they'll ask you how you did it.
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