Note: This picture is several years old, and quite literally the photo of me in jeans. Generally my photo is taken while I am in spandex. And none of the photos are good. I blame Luke for this as he is the one taking my picture, and that is rarely. He must not find me attractive. He will regret this when I die a Young death.
OK this post is about blue jeans, specifically this link. I saw it on Pintrest a little while ago, and wanted to share, I am a convert. I promise i will make an attempt not to wear Gap/ Old Navy jeans again. I also promise to take a hiatus from wearing male jeans which I am rather fond of for their lack of stretch.
Do you know how hard it is to find non mom jeans that do not have stretch. Yeah, pretty much given up. I currently wear Silver jeans, purchased from His in Hers her in town cause it is good to shop local.
Had initially hoped to qualify for Boston with this race. After what happened this year in Boston, kinda have a feeling it will fill up quickly with people qualifying with faster times. Then I heard the weather forecast for the day of the race... and lets just say I wasn't in the mental game to do it.
Started out in group of STCers. Ran together, having a ton of fun, until 30ish when I thought I was going to have diarrhea in my pants, was just a feeling and after sitting in a porta potty realised this and caught up with two of my friends.... but my momentum was gone. At that point I stuck with my friends for a few more km in the tree lined sections, but once we started running on Lake shore blvd I just wasn't into it. My hip was aching. Both of my legs were throbbing from the pavement and all I wanted was an ultra aid station. I was bang on with my nutrition and hydration but my legs were staging a protest against the impact of every step vs the relentless pavement. As my BQ time came and went I just thought, what do I have to prove- nothing. Why but put myself through this torture and took it rather easy bringing it in. In all honestly I just shuffled across the finish line, hurting.
I was hurting for about half and hour but once an Advil kicked in and the pounding had stopped, I was good. How good? I went shopping at square one for a few hours later in the day. Usually, I try to avoid movement of any type post long races.
So marathon #2 is in the bag. I realise now that perhaps a month of training will not get you a Boston time. I also wonder if there is a market for a certified marathon run on gravel roads in this part of the world.
