Spent

Friday's 18 miler was a glorious run, with the kind of weather runners love and everyone else hates. It was cold, overcast and windy. We ran the last five miles faster than the first 13, and I felt great. Confident and energetic. No concrete legs.

And I had a post-run cheeseburger, with extra salt. Yum.

Sunday - well, it was a different story. I was spent. Or rather, my legs were spent, still recovering from the 18 miler. I slogged through six miles and was happy when it was over. It may not have felt great, but it wasn't a total waste. I finished up the last mile at marathon pace, in keeping with my theory that since the last part of the marathon is the hardest, then the last part of my training runs should be the toughest.

I had a less-than-congratulatory boiled egg, tiny whole wheat bagel with peanut butter, fruit and a veggie burrito for lunch. Recovery food, yes, but not as fun as a cheeseburger. Remember, I have requested cheeseburgers (extra salt) after both of the marathons I have run.

On another note: I think the verdict is in on the shoe issue I wrote about some weeks ago. I'm sticking with the Mizuno Wave Inspire for the marathon, instead of switching to the Wave Rider. The bottom line is that I do not think about my feet when I run in the Inspire. I think and fuss about my feet constantly in the Rider. Twenty six point two miles is an awful long time to think about my feet. I'll mess around with a potential permanent switch *after* the race.