I knew that the 20+ week training plan would be foiled at
some point and last week was that week. Life interfered with my training plan and I had a bit of a break. I just assumed
I’d be sidelined for a while because I sprained my ankle while stretching or
something (it happened before… yoga circa 2002). And so
there I was with a nine day hiatus from pounding pavement.
As luxurious as my mini-break sounds, I was bummed because
my scheduled long run was in the double digits, the first time this training
plan. When I finally mustered up the energy to lace up my kicks it was for a
local 5K with 549 participants and the route lined with spectators. No
pressure. Much to my surprise, my legs
felt great and I was able to keep up reasonably well. The first mile was annoying,
but once I stopped whining about it in my head
And now the best part:
a peanut butter and jelly (or as my Gram would call it, "peanut butter and jel") sandwich station. Yep. After the finish a
table of snacks greeted you. You could find the usual suspects; water, bananas,
oranges, granola bars (gross)…but beyond the monotony of typical post race snacks was the
best idea ever. A table with a few kinds of bread (sliced in half), various
peanut butters, an impressive array of jellies and jams in multiple flavors and a
whole lot of plastic knifes – genius! Why doesn’t every race offer this?? Regardless
of time, it’s clear we were all winners at the snack stand.
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