Sunday night, Adam and I attended a gorgeous wedding at a winery the North Georgia mountains. The ceremony was romantic, the food was ah-mazing, and the wine was flowing.
I grabbed the first photo off the website as A) I don't have a helicopter and B) it was quite cloudy as you can see from the second photo. Plus, we were all dressed up so we didn't get a chance to go meandering through the vineyards.
To the treadmill I went.... I ran 3.5 miles. Was just going to do 3 because we still hadn't eaten dinner and it was nearing 9pm. But I was feeling so good that I didn't want to stop. So I compromised with just a teeny bit more...
Then I finally decided to pony up the cash for Marshall. Marathon #11 could be quite memorable if a certain dude BQs. (And a selfish side note--if I'm there to witness it!)
Tuesday, I decided to do mile repeats. 1 mile warm-up, 6:49, 400 recovery, 6:40, 800 recovery, & 6:27 with a 1200 cool down. Awwwwww yeah!!!!
I rested Wednesday and Thursday. Spent quality time with Adam and the puppies.
I'm happy to see my splits so fairly consistent and even with the few pit/water/traffic stops, my total time was only 7 minutes more than running time. I'd be completely bananas to not be happy with all sub-8 splits on a 21.5 mile training run when my marathon PR pace is a 8:08. But I still have self-doubt--it's a terrible side effect of being human.
But regardless of the outcome, I'll still be me on November 3rd and headed for the next adventure!
This evening, I headed over to a local running store, Totally Running, to meet 1972 Olympic Marathon gold medalist Frank Shorter. I'm kind of a history nut (random side note: it was my minor in college) and love soaking up the running stories of the past. This a really cool opportunity to meet a little slice of running history in my backyard.
Admittedly, I actually got a little tongue-tied and couldn't think of something awesome to say (shocker!). So I stood there for a few extra minutes and listened to him talk to a few other people that were there getting autographs. Derp. But at least I got a cool memento and a stalkerish pic to commemorate the occasion.