Showing posts with label half-marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label half-marathon. Show all posts

Sunday, February 3, 2013

As I Ice My Knees



The half-marathon was this morning and I survived.  In fact, I feel fabulous.  However, there are a couple things that I learned this time around that I would like to share with you.  

1.  Do not purchase a new pair of headphones two days before the race.
As much as you think you deserve them, do not do this.  I decided to replace my old Apple headphones with new Skull Candy ear buds.  Mistake.  After running for .2 miles, one ear bud fell out.  I pushed it back in.  The other fell out.  I pushed it back in.  Repeat until mile 13.  On the bright side, at least I had music.  Embarrassing story:  I forgot my iPod when I ran my first half-marathon.  It was early.  Eventually I'll get it right.  You know what they say, third time's the charm.

2.  Maybe Definitely do not wear shorts.
Wear pants unless you get off on inner-thigh pain.  I'm being dramatic but be prepared to chaff between the legs for the last six miles.  But hey, maybe that's your thing.




The rest is easy.  Eat a healthy breakfast 2 hours prior, drink more water than coffee, and don't stop running.    This concludes the half-marathon portion of my blog.  [Finally, right?]  Starting tomorrow, I will continue to express my twenty-something problems, love of inspirational quotes, and whatever-the-hell-I-want.  Stay fly.

xx,

E

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Give Me One Reason


Countdown: 14 hours

If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you wish for?  Along with, "Did you watch Boy Meets World last night?", this was a popular question in the 90s.  Who am I kidding?  It still is.  Our world is wish-obsessed.  Make a wish when you blow out a candle.  Wish upon a star.  Oh, it's 11:11?  You better make a wish.  #wishing

I forgot to mention one of the most important reasons why I'm running a half-marathon tomorrow.  Have you ever wished that you could eat anything your heart desires without gaining a pound?  French toast with a side of six-pack, please.  Or maybe you've wished that you could be Michael Phelps for a day.  Well, that's the same thing.  The sexy Olympic swimmer eats up to 12,000 calories a day while training.  While I don't plan on eating even a third of that intake, I am definitely going to go off on carbs this weekend.  It's called carbo-loading and it's encouraged.  Need a reason to run a half-marathon?  This is it.  

xx,

E