I had my last pre-Boilermaker run this morning. A little over a mile and a half, 22 minutes (incidentally, my favorite number). Then I pretty much slacked for the rest of the day. Eventually I wrote a few post cards and walked them to the post office, taking the long way back for a 22 minute walk, a little over one mile. I did a load of laundry, surprisingly not during either the run or the walk (as regular readers know, my favorite multi-task). I did the dishes.
Now I sit, lounged on my couch, drinking more water (hydrate, hydrate, hydrate, they say) and wondering if it really is essential to eat pasta the night before a big race. I know it is traditional to “carb up” at such times, but is it science? Or is it merely psychological? You see, it is very warm for me to think about cooking something to eat. Additionally, I do not want to dirty more dishes.
Me, pondering the worth of effort in the heat.
I thought a picture would pep things up. This is me in Love’s Labour’s Lost last summer with LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company. It was pretty hot then, too. My costume was supposed to have another layer, but there was no way I could stand it. It was impractical anyways, since I played two roles and had to change. But I digress.
Getting back to the Boilermaker 15K in Utica tomorrow, I am looking forward to it, despite my usual trepidations of parking, timing, and should I really be eating spaghetti tonight. I hope to have fun and write a blog post about it. In the meantime I am going to bill this as a Slacker Saturday (although my digression into theatre may make a Non-Sequitur Saturday eligible) and drive on. Happy Saturday, everyone!
Mohawk Valley Girl 