I lurve my new Zoot Compression Socks!
Those aren't my legs in the sky.
Let me start out by saying that I am a horrible blogger. I wanted to let you all know that I realize I am horrible because I haven’t read or updated posts in almost a week. I have no excuse really, I mean, nothing should stop me from spending countless hours in the blog world, NOTHING. Being busy is not an excuse, even though I have been really, really busy. I’ve been so freaking busy that I literally fall into bed every night. I’m like a lemming falling off a cliff; I walk till I hit the bed and then just fall. What I'm trying to say is: I have a LOT of posts to catch up on.
Anyway, training has been going well; Saturday, I did my long run, which was 16 miles of pure bliss.
If you believe that, then I have some swamp land in Florida that I will sell you really cheap, complete with your own man eating alligator.
So, it was not pure bliss, but it was not hell either. The only major trouble that I had was the snot rockets that kept landing on me. I would have clocked the person that kept launching them at me, except they were coming from me. You just might be a dork if you hit yourself with your own snot rockets. I guess if that was my only trouble, then I am ahead of the game.
I started with a nice easy 4 mile warm up and then played with my paces the remainder of the run. I did a total of 4 miles at a 9:00 pace, 4 at an 8:35 pace, and another 4 at a 9:25 pace. Average pace for the 16 miles was 9:13. I am still trying to come up with a goal marathon pace that my lungs will agree with, but I am pleased that most of the paces that I ran were quite comfortable for me.
I went home and did a 30 minute recovery spin on my bike trainer and then tried out my new Zoot Compression socks. I love them and the next day my legs actually felt normal. I am smitten.
One other thing that I wanted to mention was that at the spur of the moment, I signed up for the Chicago Marathon. I don’t know what came over me really, one minute, I was enjoying a little bedtime snack and the next thing I knew I had just registered for the marathon. My husband just about choked on his cheerios when I told him.