WE'RE NOW INTO THE MILES OF PAIN. MOST OF US HAVE SOME PAIN, AT THIS POINT. GOD BLESS YOU IF YOU'RE PAIN-FREE. POOR DREW IS IN GOBS OF PAIN. I THINK HE NEEDS AN X-RAY, BUT INSTEAD HE SPENDS HIS NIGHTS DRAPED IN FREEZER BAGGIES FULL OF ICE. WE'RE SO OPPOSITE. I HARDLY STRETCH AND NEVER ICE. TSK TSK..
AHHHHH, BUT THIS IS IT! OUR LAST REALLY LONG RUN BEFORE RACE DAY, MAY 22! TWENTY-ONE MILES AT 7. SEVEN AM, THAT IS, NOT 7 PACE. :) JUST TO CLARIFY. WE IRISH DON'T RUN THAT FAST. THEN, AN EASY 12 OR 13 NEXT WEEKEND. WHEN 13 MILES BECOMES A QUICK AND EASY RUN, YOU KNOW IT'S TIME TO... TAPER, BABY! WHAOOO...I LOVE THE WORD, "TAPER."
I'LL CATCH UP WITH YOU TOMORROW, AT SOME POINT, IF MY FINGERS AREN'T TOO TIRED...
BEFORE I GO I NEED TO THANK MY DEAR FRIEND, MICHELLE, FOR HELPING ME ALL MORNING WITH MY SLIDE SHOW FOR THE MARATHON SPEECH (AND A COUPLE OF OTHER SPEAKING ENGAGEMENTS I HAVE COMING UP NEXT WEEK). MICHELLE, YOU'RE A GIFT. I LOVE YOU AND AM GRATEFUL FOR YOU. THANK YOU FOR ANSERING THE PHONE EVEN WHEN YOU SEE IT'S MY NUMBER. :) YOU MAKE ME GIGGLE.
GOOD NIGHT...MUST SET OUT MY CLOTHES, CHECK THE WEATHER AND WIND, AGAIN, POUR MYSELF A GLASS OF WINE EXTRA CARBS :) AND CLIMB INTO BED...
PS I HEAR THE ICE BAGS BEING FILLED, EVEN AS I TYPE. POOR THING.
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