When I got up this morning, I had already ordered the post-run feast of empanadas, baked the best brownies on planet earth,
carb loaded yesterday and gone to bed early
And started my day with my favorite breakfast two hours before our start time.
After that, it was smooth sailing. We chatted and picked up more runners along the way. We established check points along the way and picked up runners at a 15-mile stop and a 10-mile point, which was also the turnaround where another member of our club met us with water. It. was. awesome. I fueled with two honey packets, water, electrolyte tabs from Hammer and a single hammer gel late in the game.
Alas, when we hit the brewery and everyone else was done, I had another 3.5 miles to go. I planned to run back to my car, then drive to the brewery.
First, I hit the longest, slowest train ever. Next, I got held up by a funeral procession. And finally, I got lost. I couldn't remember where I dropped the damn car. I knew a member of our club was working at a running store nearby, so I walked there and called someone from the club to retrieve me.
At the brewery, we enjoyed awesome brews, empanadas
and the most amazing brownies I've ever made.
The actual run was great - I averaged an 8:49 pace for 20-plus miles. But man, life, can you stop throwing me challenges? I've had enough for a week.
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