A sure sign you've under-trained for your race: after the last long run of your marathon training, you finish and think: finally, a good one! instead of crap, thank god I'm done with those. Last weekend, I ran 22 in 3h, and HK ran 18. And then we sat around like this:
The marathon is a week away, so I have no choice but to taper. I signed up yesterday, so it's on. HK was offered a gig he can't say no to for that weekend, and if it pans out, he will get to skip it. He's not disappointed, or so he says. I think once you've got an 18-miler in the bank, you secretly want to race.
This week, HK only had to run 8 miles. No secret selfies. In fact, he felt so normal afterwards, he climbed Longs at Kahala Mall, unfortunately.
I don't have high expectations for next weekend, but I'm in. I got two 20-milers in. I didn't lose the weight. All signs point to disaster, but I'll probably run it anyway.
Sky's got the selfie bug, and the result is a phone full of these. I love it.
A snapshot of our holiday weekend: