At 6 a.m. this morning, I ran into my friend Debbie at the Solana Beach train station. We were both there to train with our marathon teams. Is there another reason to be at the train station before dawn? She's with Team In Training and I'm with the San Diego Stride.
Debbie once called me the Queen of Mileage, because if there is even a few more feet of training distance available I'll insist on doing it. Today I was actually not running the absolute most mileage available. I decided to limit my run to 14 miles instead of 16. I've been really pushing myself to run more consistently, so it seemed like a good week to go with shorter run. Next week, I'm doing the train run again for 16-17 miles.
It was a good run today, but I started to bonk about 1 mile from the finish. Suddenly I was famished and then nauseated and then back to famished. I did a Gu and some sport beans, but that wasn't enough for 3 hours of running. I need to take a nutrition bar next week.
Of course, it's hard to believe I could possibly be hungry after a week in Las Vegas. The casino may beat me at the slot machine, but I make it up in the buffet line. It was nice to burn through some of the food coma sluggishness of the last week. Today when I was sweating, I'm pretty sure I smelled cream gravy.