1. I decided to go for one last run yesterday morning. I wanted to have one more really painful run, to remember why I'm going through with this. My IT band faithfully began yanking on my knee at the 1-mile mark, and was pretty darn painful by the time I hit the stop button. It's been hurting all day, and is tender to touch. I won't forget.
Total: 2.62M/24:00/avg. pace 9:09
Like I said to many of you yesterday, by this time next year I will move that decimal point. SO HELP ME GOD.
2. I had planned on a long ride Wednesday morning in lieu of the century I'd be missing, but I decided (cough slept in cough) to let Tuesday night's ride be my last. It was gorgeous. I rode up to Haines Point, plugged in my happiest breeziest tunes, and just let the miles unroll. I didn't care about miles or pace or power, I just rode until I had to leave.
Total: 26M/1:35/avg. pace 16.4mph
This may or may not be a "while riding" self-portrait.
It was an amazing night.
I rode down to the waterfront, where Kirstin was easily convinced to abandon our plans to keep riding and instead drink margaritas while the sun went down across the river. Summer, I am sad to see you go.
3. Lauren wrote a pretty hilarious
puke and rally race report. Go check it out in lieu of my usual crankiness. There are some delicious food pics!