what's in you wednesday

This past weekend, Charlie and I were supposed to meet with our team for the 20 mile "long" run, but neither one of us made it. As you can probably tell, we've been pretty lame about making any of the weekend training runs because they are just so long.

And well, long.

Now we know that these long runs are intended to prepare us for the marathon that we are scheduled to complete in LESS THAN THREE WEEKS but come on! Weekends are sacred around here. And I maintain a state of denial optimism that sleeping with the most recent issue of Runner's World under my pillow is helping me prepare for this race in an osmotic kind of way.

My mind is definitely ready for the race. Why, just this past week we received our marathon registration packets - and we immediately cracked open a bottle of wine to suppress the anxiety attack celebrate.

On Saturday, when our team was out doing a 20-mile run, Charlie and I were at home eating pancakes (aka: Carb Loading). And then, we put all four children in to double strollers and we set off on a 10-mile run. And YES, as a matter of fact, there was SOME running involved.

Now we firmly believe that 10-miles with children, is the equivalent of 20-miles without children. And I'm certain that there is a mathematical equation somewhere that validates this theory. Energy expelled times caloritic destruction minus the 12 granola bars we ate, times two, minus the tangent of the hills we had to climb. Squared.

My Aunt Grace called this morning and she told me that my cousin, Margaret, was feeling very discouraged. Apparently, Margaret's team also had their 20-mile "long" run this past weekend and Margaret was disappointed because she was the only team member on the team that had to stop and walk for a portion of it.

And well, I didn't have much to say except I had to stop and walk one day last week when I tried to sprint down the street to our mailbox. I just wish that I could run as fast as I could eat an entire chocolate cake.

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OK, seriously. Have you established any goals for yourself?

Where are our iPod winners? What are they up to these days?

Bring it on!!

Or ... at a minimum, remind me why I keep writing these weekly posts that clearly document why I will require resuscitation on the race course?