Allow me to explain.
Ever since my long run (now a week and a half ago) and into the first half of my taper I am more and more convinced that there is an inverse relationship between days left to marathon and amount of brain cells I have.
Remember that watch I was all excited about when I blogged about the Perfect running outfit and why you should be impressed by me? Well, not only now have I had to replace the shorts, but now also my beloved watch has gone bye-bye.
|Beloved Purple Garmin FR60|
|Namely, my watch.|
Evidently after completing my longest run and being delirious I simply took off my watch in Central Park. And like, put it on a rock. Or just simply dropped it on the ground. Doesn't really matter, but the point is that I took off my watch for no reason and it never made it home. Fantastic. And they don't really sell the FR60 anymore. So I had to upgrade.
All in all, a $105 investment purchased on Amazon. Only that "little" an amount because I already had the footpod, which is compatible to both my old and new model.
End of review.
I keep not connecting the words coming out of my mouth to my brain. For example, I might exclaim "Good morning!" to a friend at 6:30pm while standing in the dark waiting for practice to begin. I blame in on the constant teenage-boy like hunger I am experiencing at all times.
I have been talking to my cat. A lot. Like, I think last night we had a full-on conversation about how I do wish he would let me sleep past 6:15 am. Now that I'm not doing morning work-outs (realllly striving for a full 8 hours of sleep and therefore doing my now significantly shorter runs/cross-training in the afternoons when possible),
Net result: Archie has opted to continue waking me at 6:15am.
|"I have considered your offer carefully, but upon further review, I will still require breakfast before dawn."|
With 10 days to go, this whole "running a marathon thing" has become a battle of skill and wits between my brain...and me. My brain is like this:
But my craziness overpowers my rationale, once moderately intelligent brain and is like this:
|Cats and Cake and Running. A direct relationship.|
Here are some choice keywords that people used this past month:
* Cobra Pose Warrior. Ah yes. I did have a stint with The Yoga. Fully intend to go back to that after these shenanigans are over.
* Sad Cookie Monster: Month after month this brings visitors to me. Not sure why. But sad cookie monster is -- indeed -- a popular search term it turns out. Saris, Face-Punching and Sad Cookie Monster. Find it all Here.
* Barney Stinson. Obvi. Our awesomeness is correlated directly.
* And finally..."work out and be thin and sexy? no"
I guess that just says it all. This is how people are brought to Run, MeriG. Run. With the promise of not getting thinner or sexier. Brilliant.
I guess it's just my charm and wit then. Shall I end with a pun to solidify the non-sexiness of this blog? Sure thing: