Twelve fewer miles to run...

Today, as God is my witness, was my last long run in preparation for the race. I ran the hills around my house in rural Maryland. Note the local folkloric signage!


A lovely day, and the run went well. Instead of waiting to chug Gatorade at the 6 mile mark, I started drinking it as I ran, and that worked very well. I even found I could anticipate a hill by drinking some before and it gave me enough energy to shuffle to the top like the little engine that could.

Today's half-way pitstop was the bathroom of the Little Bennet Regional Park Golf Course..as you can see, the surroundings were far superior to the usual PortaJohn...


Not much else to report. Those last miles are still so incredibly boring, and underarm chafing ("Ewwww. TMI!") continues to be an annoyance. Mostly, though, I'm happy with the race-day togs I took for a test run today... The cut of the shirt lets my tattoo show, and hopefully it will inspire me...and the one or two stragglers in the race who are behind me and get to see it...to persevere.

Next 10 days, some shorter (MUCH shorter) hill runs and fun at Zumba and BodyPump. And then the happy days of gentle pre-race carb-loading. Oh, the anticipation! See you in Charm City!