often treacherous) runs for some "marathon" I was training for. Not only did those runs never add up to a real life marathon, but I also hadn't woken up before 10am on a weekend for anything except mimosas and bacon bloody Marys in at least 6 months. Probably more. I have no concept of time anymore. The point is, it had been a long time and the only sort of training I bothered to do pretty much all took place last week. Due to these lazy circumstances, the following results were greeted with happy, encouraging disbelief.
I think we can safely say it was due to the fabulous (and fancy looking) pasta/chicken dinner my lady friends and I prepared Saturday night in preparation. We enjoyed hot chocolate and marshmallows at the finish line and I celebrated afterward with champagne and a doggie date. Now, despite severe lactic acid buildup, I'm ready to sign up for my next race. Who's with me?