Yup. Did the 20 this morning-- up to Humboldt Park, East to Halsted (for the "hills"), then drop off Molly and loop out to the lake via the riverfront, then home via Roosevelt (again, "hills"). It's always sunshine and rainbows in retrospect - nailed this one at almost exactly 30 sec slower than pace - but it started hurting at 12 and the hurt really didn't stop.
I am amused, though, at how thoughts go from complex and potentially deep to flat-out caveman-like the farther I run. At mile 5 I was thinking big-picture life stuff. At mile 15 it was down to five-word sentences. At mile 19, it was grunt-like two word directions - "go faster," "turn left," "half more," "need BloodyMary." I come home and try to converse with Ben and it's like I'm a freaking idiot.
Anyway, hay's in the barn. Now let's soak the barn in alcohol and burn it down, dammit.
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you may have hit on the perfect description of, and prescription for, a really good taper regimen.
Have a great Easter weekend.
getting my 22 over with, on the pig course, monday at 6am. practice my pre race meal, etc. glad you got it over with early.
You know, my tongue gets really slow and dumb after a longer run. People seem to want to talk, and I'm a little... uh, Forrest Gump-like.
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