Three things I learned this weekend:
- I can run a half marathon with a decently gnarly wine hangover.
- Nothing can cause marriage tension quite like the combination of two tapering marathon runners and a hot afternoon at the boys’ XC meet.
- A total lunar eclipse makes me geek out like no other.
Runner Boy and Tiny Boy.
This stuff is good.
So how is the taper going? It sucks. I’m ready for the marathon. I’m ready for my quads not to hurt. I’m ready to run my happy 21 miles per week. I’m ready to go on normal dates with my husband that do not involve running 3+ hours.
I’m ready. 12 days.