trashed.

Photo: Amy.
Yesterday's race report is here. Unfortunately I can't say whether or not road racing is for me, since I rode alone the whole time, missing the pack riding experience. Another off-the-back experience for the slowbike. I know now that I'm stronger than the "just quit" instinct, for sure. But I can't help but wonder where my riding is. I know, running isn't the same, but I'm pretty damn fit (for me) lately... I'm frustrated that it's just not translating at all.

This morning called for 8. Last night I had one too many though, and the nausea came in waves alternating with the pouring rain as I ran. Molly and I met Ben at the beach, where he threw a ball for her and she swam. She's having an awesome day.

My legs are done. I'm taking this week's runs-- super short because of the taper-- really easy. One week till marathon day and my thoughts on it are, "meh."