Bluebonnet 10K

Okay so that’s not a real race, or if it is I didn’t run it today. But my 6.2 miles along Brushy Creek Regional Trail included several expanses of bluebonnets. They’re beginning to fade now, so I’m glad I got to enjoy them one more day.

I started at the YMCA and ran 3.1 miles out to the dam at Brushy Creek Lake Park. I took it slowly–my only other runs this week were the Austin 10/20 and Thursday’s five-miler, so I didn’t want to overdo it. And I got a later start than usual, so it was warm and sunny by the time I hit the trail. Glad I brought water!

At the park–the same place the Tri Doc 5K started–the enormous bluebonnet field was peppered with parents taking pictures of kids in their Easter clothes.

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On the way back, I stopped to smell the roses bluebonnets, knowing they’ll be gone soon. I felt kind of like the flowers–a little tired, a little faded, but not dead yet. ;)

I said in my previous post that my spring racing season was winding down, but it’s not completely over. Today I decided to run the Sunshine 10K next Sunday, and then we have the end-of-an-era Chuy’s 5K the first weekend in May. So part of the reason I ran 6.2 miles today was to kind of perform a status check. After three PRs at three distances over three weeks, I wanted to make sure all systems were go for two more back-to-back (albeit shorter) races. I’m not anticipating PRs at either one–I just want to enjoy a couple more events before it gets too hot. Because like the bluebonnets, I’m not quite ready to hang it up.

Running in the rain

In many parts of the country, spring racing season is just getting started. But in Austin, our major distance races are held in January and February, and most others wrap up by April or early May. So last Sunday’s Austin 10/20 was my last double-digit race for the foreseeable future.

This year has been fulfilling but totally exhausting. I’ve run significant PRs at the 5K, 10K (twice), 10-mile, and half marathon, and the one race I didn’t PR (the Austin half) I still did what I set out to do and was pleased with my results. But training five or six days a week, working a full-time job, and holding down the fort while M traveled for work has taken its toll over the last three months.

Last night was the first time since last summer that I ran just for the hell of it. No weekly schedule, no mandated distance. Let’s be honest–I require those things during training. I follow instructions well, but without a plan, I default to lazy. I understand that about myself, which is one of the reasons I really love training with Rogue. They keep me honest and on-track to achieve these crazy goals I’ve set for myself. BUT. This is not a pace I can sustain forever. Downtime is good, at least for a little while.

So last night, I ran the path at the fields where B had lacrosse practice. How is this different from last week and the week before, you ask? I guess in that respect, not much. But I ran because I didn’t want to just sit there and watch other people’s activity. I ran because I had an unplayed “Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me” podcast calling my name. I ran because the temperature felt cool, and we all know THAT won’t last around here. I ran because I wanted to.

I ended up running just over five miles, most of them in the rain. Not quite enough to abandon my headphones but enough to soak my shirt and hair and socks. It felt good, running in the rain, shouting answers to Lightning Fill in the Blank (“Stephen Colbert! GM! Spiders! Rock and Roll Hall of Fame! Farting cows!”), and loosening up all those muscles still slightly sore from Sunday’s race.

I know I can’t sustain this any more than I can sustain a demanding training schedule, so I have tentative plans to join another training group soon. I want to run the Army Ten-Miler again, and maybe another fall half marathon. But for now, I want to enjoy running in the rain.

Austin 10/20: 10 miles, 20 bands, 90% humidity

For those keeping score at home, today’s Austin 10/20 ten-mile race was my third of three races, three distances, in three weeks. I’d run PRs at the 5K and 10K, and I hoped to hit the trifecta today. But my left calf had been bothering me since Wednesday (didn’t I have this same injury last year for this race? What’s up with that?) and I didn’t know how it would feel over ten miles.

Earlier weather forecasts predicted rain and thunderstorms, but race-day updates pushed the rain to the afternoon. I was relieved at that, but really? The humid air was so thick and heavy, it might as well have been raining. It was overcast and in the high 60s (and yet, some runners wore long sleeves??) when I met up with a bunch of Rogues before the race. Several of us had been assigned the same corral, so we made our way over there a few minutes before 8am. As the corrals began to move, we picked up a few more Rogues, and just like that, it was time to run.

The corrals had not been laid out in a straight line this year (something to do with construction at The Domain), so we had to make a left turn, and people started running waaaaay before the official start. I didn’t want to cause a traffic jam, so this was the best picture I could get. But I managed to lose every single one of my friends, again.

M and B were waiting right at the start line, so I got high fives, then hit my Garmin and was off and running.

I think I said this last year too: I appreciate the bands along the way, but honestly I don’t spend a lot of time listening to them as I run by their stages. So I wear my headphones, then pause my music as I approach each new musician. But I have to say, the kid playing at the second stage was impressive. I could hear a Beatles song a block or so away, and I thought it sounded pretty good. Turns out, the entire “band” was this one 12-year old kid, singing and nailing a guitar solo.

I saw the woman recording this video, so I’m in that crowd somewhere!

The first half of the course runs down Burnet Road, then loops back up to The Domain. We made the turn south on Burnet Road, and about the time I hit mile two, the leaders were approaching from the other direction, almost to mile five. Yowza.

This part of the course isn’t terribly scenic, but one section of fenced-in field was full of bluebonnets and other wildflowers. The road here deteriorated quite a bit–more construction–and I ran in the center turn lane for a while.

At the water stop near mile three, I saw one of my current students, and at the next one I passed two former students who are seniors in high school this year. At a couple of other points, I encountered the cheerleaders and mascot for the high school my students eventually attend–a couple of those were kids I’d taught too. I saw one of my coaches twice and my family three times the first half of the race.

I like the second half of this race more than the first. Yeah, I’m tired, but the strong crowd support–and knowing I’m nearer to the finish–pushes me along. Mile seven wound through the heart of The Domain, and then we ran for a while along the MoPac access road. This stretch was longer than I remembered from last year, but it’s a bit downhill most of the way so I got through it okay, made the turnaround, and headed back up the access road on the other side. Which of course goes back up that incline. My Garmin data shows a much slower pace for this segment, not surprisingly. But I knew I was still on pace to meet my goal and didn’t worry too much. The mile nine marker waited under the bridge, and then it was just one. mile. to. go.

I saw M and B one more time as I wound through the parking lot–more high fives to power me through the last half-mile. Lots of folks wearing finishers’ medals wandered the sidewalks, and a huge cheering crowd waited at the corner of the last turn toward the finish. There’s a bit of a hill here–cruel, race organizers, cruel–and while I didn’t exactly charge up it, I kept putting one foot in front of the other. The road flattened out and spectators lined the route. One woman saw my shirt and yelled “JFR!” I got free high fives from kids holding a sign that said “Free High Fives!” and then I spotted B in the crowd. I couldn’t get to him, but I waved and he knew I’d seen him.

I crossed the timing mats having knocked seven minutes off my previous ten-mile PR. Got my medal, a bottle of water, and a cold washcloth, then found some of my Rogue friends and my family at about the same time. The humidity had added a degree of difficulty today–my ponytail was completely wet and I hoped I looked better than I smelled. But my calf had held up surprisingly well, and overall I was pleased with my performance and my finishing time.

The bling is pretty nice too!

Things that drive me crazy on race day

I love race day, as a general rule. The buzz of excitement reverberates alongside the announcer’s voice. Or maybe that’s the buzz of Garmins looking for satellites, I don’t know. Anyway, there’s just so much potential at the start of a race. Dozens, hundreds, even thousands of personal stories, waiting to be written.

M is visible in this picture from last year!

But in any large group there are the outliers–the people who catch my attention because they’re doing something weird or annoying. For example at this year’s Cap 10K, I had to move to a different starting point just to get away from the women who were popping their gum in my ear.

What else bothers me during a race? Here are five things that drive me crazy.

  1. Drivers who wait in ridiculous traffic so they can park as close as possible to the starting line of a 5K or a 10K. Do they not see the irony? Especially at large races we tend to park a half-mile or more away, with easy escape afterward. I’d much rather walk a mile (which can serve as a warmup) than sit through that light sixteen times, inch through traffic, and pay $7 for the privilege of parking in a garage that will trap me later.
  2. People who pin their race bibs to the backs of their shirts. Seriously, what is with that? The race guide said–in no fewer than four places–to pin it to the front of your shirt. Eighty or ninety percent of participants wear theirs on the front. The elite runners everyone sees in pictures and on TV have their numbers pinned to the front. Yet some people either ignore that (and probably wonder why Marathon Foto can never find pictures of them) or are oblivious to the fact that almost no one else milling around before the race has positioned their numbers similarly. Not to mention the extra effort it takes to have another person pin one’s bib on one’s back. Why do people come to the conclusion–and persist with it even after arriving at the race and seeing other runners–that the race number goes on the back? Doesn’t the term “bib” in and of itself suggest the front? I don’t understand.

    Mario wears his bib on his bib.

  3. People who intend to walk the race and choose to line up at the front, ahead of people who self-seed appropriately. I am not fast, so I always try to line up according to the pace I plan to run so that I don’t slow others down. Yet in many races, especially large ones, I cross the starting line and immediately have to dodge people who have already stopped to walk, or who never planned to run at all. Sometimes I get a half-mile into a race and catch a group of walkers who must have started practically with the elites to be that far ahead of me. Look, you want to walk a race? GREAT. That’s awesome. But lining up at the front? NOT AWESOME.
  4. Intervals. Now wait, hear me out. I have no issue with intervals as a concept–I have run many intervals in training, and I think there’s nothing wrong with a run-walk race plan. BUT. If you choose this method, please be aware of people around you when you suddenly stop because your watch told you to walk. And holy mother of God, if you are doing the run-walk thing with a group, QUIT WALKING FOUR OR FIVE ABREAST. Not only have you stopped in front of me, there are so many of you I can’t pass you either. I ran a small race that followed a relatively narrow path, and these four teenaged girls ran past me, then stopped to walk. Four wide, blocking the whole path not only for people (like me) going the same direction, but also for people coming the other way. I couldn’t pass them at first, then finally got around them only to have them run by me again and do the same damned thing. It’s infuriating.
  5. People who blast music from their phones or iPods, sans headphones. I don’t care if it’s a song I like or if it’s Justin Freaking Bieber. You’re never going to be as cool as Lloyd Dobler and his boom box. You’re just annoying everyone around you.

Please tell me I’m not alone here. What are some of your race day pet peeves?

 

Austin Cap 10K

Late last week, weather forecasters predicted an 80% chance of rain for the 37th annual Capitol 10K. By mid-Saturday, it had dropped to about 40%. But when I woke up this morning for the race, I heard the telltale sound of raindrops on the roof. Awesome.

As we drove downtown the rain picked up, but by the time we parked the car it had become just a drizzle. Because it’s April in Texas, I’d worn a short-sleeved shirt, but with temps in the 50s and concern about more rain, I threw on my water-resistant Columbia jacket for the walk to the starting line. I figured if it started raining again, I’d be glad to have it, and if I changed my mind I could leave it with M (who’s still injured) at the last minute. Which I ended up doing–once again, it was helpful to have a Sherpa!

Despite the rain, turnout was good. We walked to the Congress Avenue bridge, singing to P!nk’s “So What” blasting through the sound system as we made our way to the starting area. There weren’t really corrals, just self-seeding areas based on finishing time. We started out in what I thought was an appropriate location, but soon noticed that we were surrounded by a woman with a stroller, a guy with a dog, (both of whom could still be running the pace we wanted) and a small group discussing their strategy for walking the entire race. So we moved up a bit, if for no other reason than to get away from the women snapping their gum.

And then it was time to run.

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Annnnnd….go!

We crossed the bridge (dodging people who were walking–how the hell were they in front of us??) and headed north toward the Capitol. This is truly my favorite view of any race I’ve ever done–the mile-long expanse from the lake to the Capitol is pretty spectacular, even moreso with thousands of runners filling the street. Plus this race is known for its costumed runners and assorted weirdness, so we never knew if we’d see, say, a banana running past us.

Photo by Mike

Photo by Mike

Rather than give you a play-by-play of each mile, I’ll just describe some of the things we encountered as we ran 6.2 miles.

  • People wearing race numbers on their backs
  • Walkers who lined up at the very front
  • The marquee at the Paramount wishing us luck on the race
  • A guy wearing an inflatable Bevo head, pushing a stroller, and blasting “The Eyes of Texas.”
  • A guy running with a large Austin High flag
  • A guy who overheard B talking about aircraft and slowed to talk to him
  • A woman blasting “Don’t Stop Believin’” from her phone
  • As we approached the mile three marker, a woman who’d been running just ahead of us asked if B had three more miles of stories, because listening to him was a great distraction.
  • People running intervals who passed us, then stopped in front of us and walked five abreast, lather rinse repeat
  • Awesome water stop volunteers!
  • A guy running in jeans, a barefoot guy, and a woman carrying a purse
  • Several people saw my Rogue shirt and shouted “Go Rogue!”
  • A guy in a banana costume, and a guy in a gorilla costume
  • People who had seriously overdressed–one woman had TWO long sleeved shirts tied around her waist; others wore fleece tops and/or winter tights. It was 55 degrees–B and I wore short sleeves.
  • Two separate people chatting on their phones
  • A hairy shirtless guy who kept passing us, stopping, and passing us again
  • Fog descending over the skyline as we neared the finish

The last mile, B started fading a bit. He’d run out of Minecraft and aircraft stories to tell, and his legs were tired from the hills earlier in the race. But the crowd support picked up and several people cheered for him, and that helped.

We turned onto the First Street bridge and tried to speed up. We had to dodge the aforementioned interval runners who kept stopping in front of us, and we made one last push to stay ahead of the hairy shirtless guy. Final turn, homestretch. A gorilla passed us. I ran as hard as I could, B matching my stride. I knew a large crowd gathered along the left side fence, but my vision focused solely on the finish line.

By Garmin time, I beat my 10K PR by four-ish minutes, and B beat his by about fifteen. Chip time was off by about 20 seconds–in my favor–so I’ll take that. And afterwards? Coffee and tacos.

Austin Power(s)

Last May, I returned to the city of my birth, meeting up with K and J to run the Cleveland half marathon. We had a blast (my injury notwithstanding) and I hoped someday to show her my city. Well, eleven months later, K and her family came to Austin. Or as she put it, the mountain came to Mohammed.

See, leading up to Cleveland, we were virtual training partners, texting each other every day. I remember when she ran her first double-digit run; then there were the “Did you run today?” texts, and lots of encouragement. When the race day weather forecast showed rain, we both panicked and sped out–separately–to buy water-resistant jackets just in case. And when race day came, we lined up together for her first half marathon and my third. Due to my aforementioned injury, I sent her ahead at mile eight, and I could not have been prouder of her for finishing strong.

So today, I got to return the favor. Sort of. We didn’t have a race (although I tried to get her to stick around for the Austin Capitol 10K this Sunday) but I convinced her to come to my Wednesday night Rogue training run. After three days of Mexican food–Powered by Enchiladas–we were ready for a speed workout.

On the drive over, I pointed out not tourist sights, but locations I’ve mentioned in my texts and blog posts. The long stretch of Brushy Creek Road. The street at the bottom of Heely Sonova. The path for the Rogue Running Mad half marathon last summer. The cactus in the snow. The crashed fence. The middle school track. That fucking tree.

The last two days, the weather has been cloudy and breezy, but warm. This afternoon, under an overcast sky, we took obligatory Texas bluebonnet pictures, and it drizzled a couple of times when we took the kids to the park. Yet as we arrived at Rogue, the clouds broke and the sun came out. Considering Cleveland got snow the other day, this sunny-and-warm thing was kind of alien to her.

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Tonight’s run was a track workout. K was concerned because she hasn’t run in two weeks due to the plague a respiratory thing, but I assured her she could go at her own pace and rest if she needed to. So we headed out for the 1.25-mile warmup to the middle school track.

She was underwhelmed by that fucking tree, saying by my description she expected it to be a monstrous Whomping Willow kind of thing. “It’s barely six feet tall!” she exclaimed, and shook her head. Even when I made her run on the right side of the sidewalk and duck underneath it, she remained unimpressed.

At the track, we ran 2.5 laps at half-marathon pace, a half-lap walking, repeat four times. The Team Rogue Prep middle school kids were out there too–nothing like having a pack of pre-teens fly past you on the track, huh? We just kept reminding ourselves we were running a half-marathon pace, not a sprint.

Usually I run with headphones and either a podcast or a power playlist. Tonight, we chatted. A couple of times, when I slowed for the walking section, K asked, “Don’t we have one more lap before we rest?” Nope. Clearly we did a good job blocking out the demoralizing kid-sprinters and sticking to our own thing, because the laps went by pretty quickly. And Texas didn’t kill her–she ran strong, didn’t cough up a lung, and ended up finishing close to six miles by the time we dodged that fucking tree and got back to Rogue.

Powered by Enchiladas, indeed. Yeah baby, yeah!

 

Outstanding in our field

The sun peeked over the horizon and temps were in the 50s as we drove to the park for our first 5K of 2014. It was a perfect morning for a race.

We arrived a little early and were treated to a sea of bluebonnets blanketing the field next to the trail. So like good Texans, we snapped the obligatory bluebonnet pictures.

Outstanding in the field

Outstanding in the field

Last year, the Tri Doc 5K was a tiny costume race–maybe thirty people–that B ran on his own. It was the week before the Cleveland half marathon and I didn’t want to aggravate my left calf, which had been giving me allllll kinds of trouble. I cheered him on as he placed second in his age group. This year, Rogue sponsored the race, which benefits Marathon High, a running program for at-risk teens. As a result, turnout was much higher–lots of my Rogue friends had signed up too. M had the injury this time, so instead of racing, he brought his camera and became the unofficial race photographer, staking out a great spot near the start/finish line. Thus B and I were tasked with upholding the family’s honor amid a field of about 100 runners.

I’ve been training hard all winter and had an ambitious time goal in mind; B wanted to run his first sub-30 minute race.

And we’re off! Photo via The Tri Doc.

The course was an out-and-back along Brushy Creek Trail, a location I’ve run a gazillion times. The first section had gotten a bit muddy due to a weird hailstorm that hit last night, but otherwise it’s mostly flat with a wide sidewalk, a really nice route.

I have a tendency to start off too fast, but if I had any chance of reaching my time goal, I needed to start fast-for-me and maintain it throughout the whole race. I held it for the first mile. So far, so good. During the second mile, I started seeing the super-fast runners on the way back–that’s always a bit demoralizing, but I focused on looking for B. He’s capable of a sub-30 minute 5K, but without his dad to pace him and motivate him, he faced something of a challenge. When I passed him going the other way, though, he was running hard and looked strong. I guessed he was three or four minutes ahead of me, but I couldn’t really gauge how close either of us was to our goals. We high-fived and kept going.

I made the turnaround knowing the next half-mile would be the toughest stretch because I couldn’t afford to slow down. A couple of small hills that don’t seem like much could be the difference for me, time-wise. I skipped the water stop both coming and going for the same reason.

The third mile was pretty flat. By now I knew I had success in my sights, and I just kept visualizing the finish line’s race clock, the subsequent fist pump of achievement. I kicked it up a notch. Around the curve, under the highway, back on the muddy trail. I spotted B standing off to the side. I high-fived him on the run, and then I saw the race clock.

Home stretch

He makes me look like a slacker, but I was really only about four minutes behind him!

I finished with a PR of more than three minutes, beating my ambitious goal by more than a minute. And B met his sub-30 minute goal by about 30 seconds. He even placed third in his age group!

I know his 29:xx finish is just barely adequate for a lot of runners, let alone my 34-minute one. But we think our performances were pretty outstanding.

Next week: the Capitol 10K. Can we PR that race too?

Bugs

Last night, I ran along the path at the sports complex where B has lacrosse practice. An out-and-back along the western path gets me almost a mile, and going east I can extend it further by running into the neighborhood. Two laps of that, and I’ve run 5.25 miles. My goal was to run the whole thing at half-marathon goal pace–I’ve had some trouble with consistency lately, particularly starting off too fast, so I wanted to work on that.

The path is concrete and mostly flat, with a couple of hills as it crosses a creek bed. Small children, bikes, dog-walkers, and errant soccer balls present occasional obstacles, and once I saw a snake and a turtle, but mostly it’s a peaceful, quiet route.

Gnat vortex

I didn’t encounter any wildlife at first. Just a cyclist and a couple of dog-walkers. But as I took the eastbound path across the creek bed and past the soccer field, I ran into swarms of gnats. Literally. My out-and-back route brought me through this section four times, and each time the gnat cloud seemed larger and more aggressive. The first time they were a nuisance. The second time one flew in my eye. The third time a squadron of them stuck to my shirt, which began to resemble a car windshield at the end of a road trip. My final trip through the Great Gnat Vortex left me with gnats up my nose, another in my eye, and I’m pretty sure I swallowed a couple.

Despite insect interference, I managed to run within 10-15 seconds on either side of my HMGP through all five miles. The last quarter-mile I picked it up, finishing at more of a 5K pace. Or at least the pace I’d like to run for Saturday’s 5K.

I’m hoping for a strong showing this weekend. I just hope the bugs stay home.

Spring?

Dare I say it?

Austin is showing signs of spring.

Scout team

Scout team

It’s gotten a slow start–last week during Spring Break temps were quite a bit cooler than usual. But this week, things started looking up. Monday morning I saw a scout team bluebonnet, and by the end of the week they covered the hill behind my school and many a highway median.

This morning, it was 64* with 100% humidity as I headed out for 6-8 miles. Heely Sonova again. Part of me wanted to take the shorter run–the hills kick in around mile three, so for a total of six I’d stop and turn back just before the first big hill–but with the Capitol 10K (and its monster mid-race hill) coming up, I wanted to get in a good practice hill while I had the chance. I figured if I felt good after three miles, I’d run the hill for the longer distance.

Around 2.5 miles, my companions and I stopped for water. I haven’t been carrying my own water–in cooler weather, the Rogue water stops work just fine for me. But I can tell it’s warming up and I will need to dig out my hand-held bottle pretty soon.

Oops.

Oops.

The water cooler sat on a corner that was covered in bluebonnets, but misfortune had befallen some of the little flowers. Evidently a car had jumped the curb and smashed into a fence on the corner.

Like I said, the route is reasonably flat until about mile three. We took it easy, and while I’m never fully awake or cheerful in the morning, I felt okay. Much better than the last two Saturdays, for sure. So up the hill we went. It’s not even a half-mile long, but it’s pretty steep. Last week I would have complained and grumbled and cursed the whole way up, but today I channeled my inner drill sergeant. I think I actually said something aloud about how putting in the work today will pay off on race day.

At the top of the hill, one of my companions peeled off and headed back because she had a family obligation this morning. So two of us carried on to make it an even four miles before turning back. We’d gotten the difficult part out of the way early, and the return trip was mostly downhill.

Water stop photo op

Water stop photo op

I was sleepy-tired and my brain was foggy, but physically I felt okay. Unfortunately my running buddy started feeling ill around mile five, and we walked some. Took a break at the bluebonnet water stop and ran-walked the rest of the way back to Rogue.

Isn’t that always how things go? The last two Saturdays when we’ve run together I’ve felt slow and sluggish. Today my legs were strong and I could have easily run the entire eight miles, but she felt funky. She encouraged me to go ahead without her, but that didn’t seem right. In a race? Maybe. But an easy-paced Saturday long run? Nah, I could take it slowly and keep her company.

Besides, this may be my last Saturday long run for a while. Next Saturday morning we’re running a 5K race, and the following weekend is the Capitol 10K. That race is on Sunday, but I’m not going to drag my sorry ass up early on Saturday for a long run the day before a 10K race. Sleep late, I will. And the weekend after that is the Austin 10/20–again, a Sunday race but a sleep-late Saturday. Three consecutive weekends, three increasingly longer races. Yep, it’s spring!

 

Coffee and tacos

These are a few two of my favorite things.

Especially after a long run.

In fact, toward the end of the run, it’s really all I can think about. Coffee and tacos, coffee and tacos. It becomes a mantra that I repeat out loud the last mile or two.

Most Saturdays, M and B go out for breakfast at the local Mexican restaurant while I run, and they bring back special tacos just for me. There’s nothing like coming home to find those delicious foil-wrapped rectangles on the counter. I fire up the coffee machine and scarf them down before I even take a shower, usually.

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This is the largest mug I own.

This morning, though, the guys were out of town, so after my run I swung by Taco Shack. I had been craving a regular crispy taco–not the usual breakfast variety–but unfortunately it was too early in the day. They wouldn’t serve regular tacos for another half-hour or so. And a fajita meat substitute just would not do. And waiting wasn’t an option. I’d run 10 miserable miles in 100% humidity–I was a mess, and my presence alone probably violated all kinds of health codes. So I left empty-handed.

I foraged for something decent at home, and I made my coffee. Now that I’ve ensconced myself on the couch, I really have no desire to go back out in the rain, even for tacos. The guys should be home later this afternoon–it won’t take much to convince them to take me out for Mexican food. I burned over 1000 calories this morning–if that doesn’t earn me coffee and tacos, I don’t know what will.

What’s your favorite post-run food?

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