Really? Seriously? No Schmitz? Duh?
I know yall believe it, but do you believe it? Has it hit home with ya?
This weekend I was all set to be a running God. I was the lone male running at Croom with 4 beautiful ladies. I was all set to show them how a "real man" runs. It was going beautifully for quite a while. I led them on the 4-Mile Withrow Loop, they were not familiar with this one, so I showed them the way. Next we set out for the 15 mile orange loop and I happily led the way. I felt good, I felt strong and I'm pretty sure I was being revered by those lovely ladies 4. I was on cruise control, for 12 miles .....
Then the weekend caught up with me. Friday, work all day, chaperone an all night field trip to Universal Studios. Home at 4 AM Saturday. Sleep by 4:30 AM. Up at 6 AM, to Alifia State Park by 7 AM. Work Adventure race from 7 AM - 7 PM on Saturday. 7 - 8 PM two beers with Jim at Applebees (I do like my two-fers!). Home at 9 PM. Asleep by 9:30. Meet my gals at 4:45. Meet more at 5:30 AM, start run at 5:40 AM on Sunday.
Oh, I finished the run, but those last 7 miles I felt like a guy that had been ingesting nothing but chips, cookies, cold pizza, soda, and a sip or two of water. Furthermore, I ran like a guy that had 7 hours of sleep over two days.
For this week I vow to eat a nutritionally sound diet and get some quality rack time. Because you can't be a running God if you are living like a pagan party plodder!