Sunday, January 28

Race Morning

The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible. ~Jean Kerr

My alarm went off at 5:30 but it was unnecessary, as I’d been staring at the ceiling for the last 10’ pretending to sleep. I dressed and followed the cat outside receiving a curious look, before setting off for an easy mile jog around the neighborhood (it’s slick out there as the roads are covered in black ice).

Once home, I had a quick shower while waiting for the bread to brown and the water to boil. Two pieces of peanut butter on toast & at least one cup of coffee prepared to Turkish standards, “black as hell, strong as death and as sweet as love”, my typical pre-race meal.

Training: an extremely pedestrian 6:37