Nov 29, 2010 21:33
The day after running a half-marathon > half-marathon.
No, I'm serious. I'm on a steady regiment of acetaminophen (liver be damned) and I'm still pounding Gatorade. Which I notoriously HATE with a passion because it always tastes salty and gross to me.
BUT...I was able to take down all of my encouraging notes on my computer monitor today, leaving me with nothing but a quote from a very smart man and my Darth Vader. Who's looking rather lonely. I may have to find something else to take in to put on top of my monitor...something I don't care too much about, because the last thing I cared about that I left at my desk got thrown away when I was on vacation.
That aside, did I mention I'm thirsty as hell? While there was a ton of water stations available (especially in comparison to the Fremont Brew Ha-Ha 5k - DO NOT RUN THIS RACE WITHOUT YOUR OWN WATER BOTTLE), I found myself wanting little sips instead of larger "gulps". Next time - hydration/nutrition belt. Maybe I should've put one on my Christmas list. Hey, Santa, is it too late for that?
...though it seems that doing something like that admits that I'm a runner. HORROR. Maybe I'll hold off. (Besides, the idea of running ever again right now is not something I want to think about.)
exercise,
retail therapy,
lol