1. I am FINALLY starting to feel better. Yesterday the urge to stomp around saying, "NOW WHAT?!?!!" arrived (i.e. complete rest day), and this morning I got in the pool to swim for half an hour and didn't want to stop. Now I have some serious ants in my very unserious pants. I'm feeling healthy and the LAST thing I want to do is sit around for another 3 days until Sunday morning rolls around. But I will, and woe on those that have to be around me until I finally cross that starting line.
2. In continuing my never-ending quest to have an excuse to buy new running shoes, I think I'm going to work a few more pairs into the rotation. I really do love my Ravennas, but because they kick up my cranky shins after a few weeks, I can't be in a committed exclusive relationship with them. I put a pair of Asics 2160s in the mix a few weeks ago, and they feel pretty great for short workouts, but I wore them for my more recent 10 miler and they tore the shit out of my feet. Plus they have a chunky heel which I think lends to my old-stride bad habits, but the amount of stability is pretty perfect. The resident mafia shoe expert recommended both the Saucony Guide and the Brooks Defyance as possibilities. I've already stalked their prices online, and I'm hoping to find a great deal on one or either at the expo this weekend. Every PT in my corral has told me that it's a great thing to be constantly switching in and out of (similar but not identical) shoes because it keeps your muscles guessing, so I'm going to do it. My dream is to be just like Dr. Maggs, who said he has at least 6 pairs of shoes in his current rotation. 6 pairs! Swoon. Maybe Graham doesn't go to college after all. Mama needs her fix!
3. I'm going to carry my teeny tiny shuffle with me on Sunday, but I plan to not plug it in until mile 6-8. I could probably listen to "We Found Love" for the entire second half of the race, but just in case I can't, please drop me some music suggestions in the comments. Oh, and if you want to feel REALLY bad about your body, go watch the video for that song. Girl is RIPPED. Go listen anyway, and try to tell me that if that song shuffled up when you were dragging hard, you wouldn't get a serious second wind and fly down the back side of the course. I dare you. So share your favorite good trashy pop beats that will light a fire under my sub-1:50-seeking ass.