Today is the New York City Marathon. In honor of the event, in which I am qualified to participate in any way, shape, or form, I carbo loaded yesterday. This involved eating three large, frosted Halloween cookies over the course of the day. I also ate some roasted corn purchased at a farm stand in eastern Long Island. Then I consumed many at least seven Tootsie Rolls and one Tootsie Pop, five mini Kit Kats, and one mini Twizzlers. At lunch I downed a lobster roll in an amazing buttery brioche roll, accompanied by salty chips and fresh guacamole. Capping off my day of marathon prep, I ate a bagel with cream cheese and matzo ball soup for dinner.
When I arose this morning, basking in my free extra hour of sleep, I was ready to hit the treadmill. The plan was to run as far as I could in 35 minutes. The gym had the marathon on TV. Although the women ran at double my plodding pace (a 5:47 mile versus my 11:00 one), I felt like I matched them stride for stride as they streaked across the TV. Since I had no sinus meltdown, shoulder pain, or intestinal cramps during my run, I felt like a champion. Wooooo hooo!
Now I'm pondering the upcoming year. I'll be 35 years old at the end of December. When I was in third grade, I had to be rushed to the emergency room after I ran the 880 dash at school and was the first girl to finish, coming in third overall. Twenty years ago, I could barely walk a mile in 30 minutes. At the age of 25 and in the best shape I'll ever be in, I could run a 9:13 mile. So it's been a spotty record, but I'm proud of it. I think I'd like to run a race sometime in 2010 to celebrate my birthday. Not a marathon, but maybe a 10k or 15k. Anyone want to join me? We can plod along together (or you can leave me in your dust if you run faster. I won't be offended.)
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you're a brave gal. I'll be the one watching you from the sidelines with a milkshake in one hand and a Twix in the other.
ReplyDeleteMy dearest Suzanne, you will be 34 at the end of December, not 35.
ReplyDeleteCrap. You are right. I'm always screwing these things up. Usually Husband corrects me, but his brain hamster must've been on vacation yesterday.
ReplyDeleteI will clap politely from the sidelines as you pass by.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad your mother cleared that up. I was just about to call you a retard and tell you that you would be only 34. I'm sure the day you were born was a bit more memorable for her than it was for you:)
ReplyDelete-Steph
yeah, don't go making your dear mother older than she actually is! i was wondering that you were 4 years older instead of 3 years older than me.
ReplyDeletei might consider it if my arthritis doesn't act up. i walked almost 4 miles today just back & forth from work, etc. i'm not so great at 'running' but could do the distance no problem.
I guess we have an extra year to train. :)
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