i waited till mother nature warmed things up a bit & headed out for my last long run in 11 degree weather. not so warm in the grand scheme of things. but when you wake up and its 7 out, its all relative. after the first three miles of thinking my fingers would freeze and fall off, along with my vaseline covered face; it wasn't so bad. i left the house smiling, grinning from ear to ear. the sun was shining and that makes everything better and i just had that feeling it was going to be a good run. so there was that general feeling of run-goodness, and then stepping out the door just as plan b theme song comes on tiny shuffle doesn't hurt. i ran by a little gym at one point and saw everyone on the treadmills, i wanted to say - bundle up, come outside. its not so bad. bundling up was definitely the key to happiness. as far as food and fueling, i brought two clementines with me, but threw one into a bush at mile 2 when i realized i needed to be able to stretch my hands and wiggle my fingers to make sure they were still there. and while i've been able to peel and eat on the run every other time, i had to stop in a coffee shop at mile 4 to have my first - and now only, clementine. i couldn't bear the thought of taking my gloves off to eat a cold, wet piece of fruit. my husband met me at the park at mile 9 1/2 with a banana. he usually throws fruit out the car window at a pre-arranged spot, but he said he'd wait for me to make sure i hadn't succumbed to any hypothermia. and by that point, i had actually gotten hot and peeled some layers off for him to take home. there was a point though, with about 2 miles to go that the happiness was gone. my ass had gotten so cold i wondered how i was even moving forward. my legs felt like blocks of ice. but it was like being on auto pilot. i just kept going forward. cause forward meant home. pancakes. coffee. hot shower. fireplace. and having the plan b theme song miraculously come on again 16 miles later as i crossed the street at our neighborhood coffee shop to kick it in for the last 3 blocks home was the perfect way to end my last long run.
so that's it. my last long run of plan b. there's two more sunday runs. three weeks from today i'll be in birmingham, ready for 26.2. my ducks are lined up. the food and fueling experiments have been conducted. the squares in the schedule are getting crossed off. the shit hard ass-kicking schedule didn't kill me. i'm still here. while i was dissapointed at never having gotten faster on the mile repeats, i felt much better when i was told that wasn't the point. i've never had back to back mile repeats and i've never trained for back to back marathons either. i think i came through okay.
20 days and counting.