The run I'm looking forward to is next weekend, and I wanna make sure I'm healthy for that one.
Taken the evening before my epic meltdown, the last time I could talk down my nose at slowpoke runners like Brandon and Wiley and that blind 12 year old girl who crushed me. I think Mike Safari had to shell out an extra 25 bones to get the banner on the plane.
Been trying to clean up my diet, hence the recent selections. I’ll definitely get the most out of Racing Weight and Food Rules (which was more of a pamphlet than a book, but I’m counting it anyways). Once the prospect of eating nothing but burgers and bacon proved impossible, the Primal Blueprint wasn’t really worth reading for either the diet or workout portions. I’m sure it works for some people, but it couldn’t support the endurance based lifestyle I live.
I have been eating more fruits and veggies recently, and much less processed foods. So at least the books accomplished something.
FYI, it's been over four months since I ate fast food.
If you want to track me on Monday, go here. My bib number is 3484.
No more talk of injury on this blog. Until Monday afternoon, when the only thing injured will be Brandon and Wiley's ego!
Best of luck to the crew headed down to the Grand Canyon this weekend. Their run will be much more epic than mine, except for perhaps the Wellesley section. I'll be doing the same trail in a few weeks though, hopefully with a lot less snow!
Quite possibly our highest turnout ever! 8.2 miles, 1:51:42. And we got Josh drunk and talked him into signing up for the Mt. Lemmon Marathon, which he did from the computer at Kinfolk's. He's gonna be pissed at us this morning!

