Sunday, bloody Sunday.

So...I may have miscalculated with this whole marathon training thing. (It's this Sunday.)

I'm not sure if I did enough training. I thought I had, but the last few runs. Ugh.

I also haven't lost a single pound...and in fact, I have a sneaking suspicion I may have gained a couple. I don't get it. How can you gain weight when you're running 14 miles, 16 miles, 18 miles? I mean, I only stopped for snacks a couple of times during my long runs, opting to wolf down a bag of Combos over something nutritious and gross like a banana.

I did do the 20 miler. And, honestly? That went great.
But, last Monday we had a ninety-degree day...and I ran a 13 miler, and by running, I mean whimpered and cried and crawled wondering who replaced my hips and knees with a ninety year old man's. I think I finished it on Thursday. It was hell.

Then, I ran a seven miler tonight. Not good.

It looks like it's going to be miles of the old man shuffle again. Gee, I hope someone has a camera.