bloody maries are the ultimate recovery beverage.

I was so good last night. I went to a girls' night with Claudia and Lisa and we got pedicures (mmm... foot massage...) and then were joined by Jamie for tapas. They ordered pitchers of sangria and I sat there trying to be good, knowing I had 15 coming today. I kept drinking my water instead of the sangria, winning us extra attention from the grinning busboy, and I managed to escape with probably less than 2 glasses under my belt. We had a great time. They went to the bike winter event and I went home to sleeeeeeeep. Because I'm trying to be a good mathlete. Or, more likely, because I know how much it hurts to run long after having too much fun the night before.

Today went the way it should. I ran. It didn't hurt till about 12 miles in. Last week I didn't eat till it was too late, this week I took gu/walk breaks at 5 and 10. The Lakefront Path was plowed and ok from Jackson south till about Oakwood, where the problem was inches of snow blown over and blustery winds. My legs were so cold I wondered if I could even feel them. It's ok though. It's just a run, an excuse to take a long bath, eat a tub or rice and beans, and get personal with a bloody mary. Onward.