1. Get in a long run of 16-18 miles.
2. Indulge in some frosty beverages.
And I'm happy to report... I accomplished both.
The run was awesome. I got out to Percy Warner park around 5:30 on Saturday morning and logged a little over 5 miles on the boulevard before Matt met me at 6:30 for the 11.2. It was the perfect morning to tackle the hills because it was a cool 55 degrees with low humidity.
Now, you may recall the last time I ran the 11.2, I got my ass handed to me by 7 mile hill. This time around, I had a plan of attack to finesse the ol' bastard. I took it nice and slow... no need to rush... I just kept my eyes straight ahead and shortened my steps and chugged right on up. I was able to recover nicely from it just in time to tackle my arch nemesis: 9 mile hill. Again, I took it nice and slow, step by step and that approach worked for that bitch, too. I finished feeling great (that's what a straight downhill for your last mile will do for you)!
If only my run the next morning had been so spectacular... I guess a shitty run is in order after a night of drinking a whole bottle of wine and an
Last week recap:
1 hour and 22 minutes total strength training (not enough, I know, but still better than last week's zero).
0 pounds lost (UGHUGHDAMMITSTRAIGHTTOHELLUGH).