if you're looking for rainbows and sunshine, just skip this post!

today is not my day. 

i mean, seriously. tell me i'm not the only one who has days like this. 

i haven't had a day like this in a long time, but when i have them i should probably consider locking myself in the spare bedroom until i snap out of it. because it is not good for my reputation or relationships for me to interact with the general public. 

i've pretty much been mean to everyone that has spoken to me today. 

ugh. 

bless brad's heart, he's trying to help. he's made me 2 margaritas so far tonight [and i'm head margarita maker in this household] and letting me watch new girl and duck dynasty. 

some of this has got to be anxiety about the marathon. i 'kind of' get the point of a taper, but it's 'kind of' killing me. i have all this free time and i'm even having trouble sleeping because i'm not worn out! and while i know i made it through my long runs just fine, that seems like ages ago!!! doubt of course creeps in and i begin my ability to run 26.2 in 4 days. i need a good solid long run to boost my confidence but i only have one measly 2 miler left! what a conundrum. need the long run to boost my confidence, but have to save my legs. 

i'm going to drink these margaritas and try to laugh and relax. hopefully tomorrow i'll be a little less bitchy! 

10 Miler, Ice Bath Blunder, and the Key to a Happy Marriage

I was almost too excited to sleep this Friday, so I can hardly imagine what kind of basket case I'll be next Friday. I was so pumped to get up and run 10 miles. Crazy right? I've never run double digit miles and I wanted an awesome run to make me forget this run. Let me just tell you,

it was amazing.

I had a cliff bar and some G2 before running and I stopped once at 6.2 miles (paused Garmin) to have 3 shot blocks and some water. I am PROUD to show my Garmin this time:

Hells yeah. 10 miler dominated.

However Saturday was set up to be a day of firsts, and while I was very successful with the first, the second was an epic fail.

I happen to be an ice bath virgin. I never thought I was running enough to need one. But I'm reading Kara Goucher's book right now and she says you should at least do one after running 10 miles. So okay, I can handle that.

So let me just share a helpful hint that my BFF Kara failed to mention: You need a shit ton of ice. AKA:  What kind of idiot thinks that she doesn't need to stop and get ice when she knows good and well she made 3 batches of margaritas the night before??

This is what I was working with. NOT SMART.

So I sent this downstairs to Brad:

And he loves me so much that he paused the UK game and went and got me two bags of ice. (If you notice our conversation from the night before, you'll see why our marriage works. I bring him beer, he brings me ice, it's a win, win!)