It has been two weeks since my Half Marathon, pardon the suspense. Spoiler alert: I survived.
The last few days before my Half Marathon I was essentially a bundle of nerves. In lieu of a monologue chronicling my stages of Five Alarm Panic leading up to the start line, here is a photo documentary of the final 36 hours.
The Nervous Smile: Behind that smile I’m actually very nauseous.
The Ice Bath is my friend: or so was my mantra that last week when my hip decided to start acting up.
Glorious Carb Loading: Perfect excuse to try the new Dijon pretzel at Starbucks – the Dijon is baked INSIDE the dough!!
Pampering: Morning Stretch, afternoon Facial and nails. Well deserved luxuries.
The Last Supper: Carb centric Italian feast, delicious!
Breakfast of Champions: not pictured – Vega one smoothie! Fueling like a champ.
And Away we Go!!
Don’t you just hate pants? I know I do – as evidenced by this reminder alarm on my phone this AM:
In all seriousness, I do wear pants on a casual basis with relative frequency. That is, if Leggings and stretchy skinny jeans really count as true “pants”. I mostly just don’t wear pants to work, like at all – expect for Casual Fridays (insert aforementioned stretchy jeans here). Trousers? Ugh, those pants are the worst.
The impetus to setting the above alarm was a request from my Chiropractor to “wear pants, please“, for my last adjustment prior to my half marathon. Guess its a bit awkward to stick my leg in the air in a dress. Or so he would have me believe.
So for the second time in the calendar year I wore pants (well, proper trousers) to work.
And it felt wrong all day.
Injury status 2.5 days pre Half Marathon? Broken, but hopefully on the mend. quickly