11 days until the marathon…
Today I did the appointed 3 miles, after resting yesterday. As happens with a lot of these “shorter” distances, I had to curb complacency. A wise choice given the frostier temperature and severe wind I encountered near the East River.
I tried out the new Champion zip-up I acquired at the Brooklyn Target yesterday, probably the only time during this training that I wore a jacket for a run. But I’ve begun bracing myself for the end-of-Nov. and early-morning chillier temperatures that my late afternoon regimen has made me completely ignorant of. Yesterday’s shopping trip also yielded the necessary long-sleeve Under Armour shirt (that claims to be good in extreme heat… but I’m thinking with sleeves, and its ability to stave off sweat, it has to function well in colder weather? Hopefully?) and gloves.
On the way to the subway for the ride over, I also loaded up on energy gel for the big day. Going against the usual wisdom of not changing your habits right before the race, I opted for a new brand, new flavors: strawberry banana and berry something. I’m not worried. Gel is gel is disgusting candle splooge. This stuff has to be better than my previous vanilla foray.
I’ve also stopped drinking, effective after last Saturday’s festivities. Trying to also cut out most unnecessary sugars, and next week I’ll go down my book’s list of “good carbs” to slowly and surely start storing up on those.
Tomorrow’s a big day—the first time THE big day will register on a more accurate 10-day weather forecast. Doing anti-rain, anti-beating sun (prob. no worries there), anti-freezing dance. In my head. While applying Icy Hot.
