The Last Run
I don’t know how far I ran on this last training run for the Chevron Houston Marathon. Three miles, maybe. I didn’t wear my Garmin and I didn’t worry about pace or time or distance.
Instead I suited up in my obnoxious outfit for Sunday and laced up my shoes and headed out the door. Since I was in an inward sort of mood, I wended my way around my neighborhood, dodging raindrops and people out walking their dogs, instead of fighting traffic through the Galleria and going to Memorial Park.
It felt good, as all last runs should feel. If I had to guess, I ran three-ish and worked my way up to an 8:30ish minute per mile pace. I’m as ready as I’m going to be.
But back to the outfit. I’ve chosen a hot coral tank top, red running shorts and red-and-white striped sleeves that I made out of some knee socks that came in the goody bag for a 5k I ran a few years ago that benefited the Ronald McDonald House. I’ve never worn the socks because they’re, well, obnoxious. But when I was mulling over my need for long sleeves that I could possibly remove should I warm up enough and my need to be very very visible to my co-workers who will be working the race from the sidelines – you’ll see reporters and photographers all along the route – I remembered these knee socks. I cut out finger and thumb holes and took them for a test run.
It looks like they’ll do the job just fine on Sunday. I may wear a garbage bag at the start as a windbreaker and to trap some body heat in the cool morning air. I expect by the finish, I will have lost the garbage bag and the sleeves and will look more like a runner and less like a heap of Raggedy Ann dolls thrown in the garbage.
Another important point: I have decided to pace my husband for the first half of the marathon to keep him on pace. If I qualify for Boston, awesome, but I am not gunning for it.
Don’t forget, we’ll be carrying the first three hours of the marathon live Sunday morning – and we’ll have a marathon special airing at 10:35 Sunday night, anchored by Tom Koch. I”ll be stopping (gingerly) in the studio to talk about the race and we’ll be Skyping with runners from their homes. We’ll even Skype with my husband, who is running his first marathon.
And until then, it’s water, water, salt, carbs and more water. See you at the finish!

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