Overall I feel pretty good. My feet are good, though I think it's time to retire these shoes. I think I've had them about a year and a half. How do you know when it's time to retire shoes? My quads are a little bit sore, and I had a spot of chafing under each arm, but that's about it. I have to admit that I'm a bit daunted by running a full marathon. There is no way I could have turned around and run that course again. But then, if I knew I had to run it twice, I would have a different plan. Right coach?
After I described my desk mess, San posted a motivational photo of her extremely neat desk. As you can see from the following photo, I need a lot of motivating. How about the rest of you? Any photos of where you blog?
In fact, there is yet more clutter on there than when I described it. LuMu, the glass sculptures are just behind the lamp. Yes everybody, that's a glass of wine. Montepulciano Cabernet Merlot. Yummy.
(Susi, think of puppies. Fresh, warm, ginger chocolate recovery cookies. Purple fuzzy blankets. Meditation. The smell of a forest in the spring. Then close this window, and go on with the next blog, or whatever you were doing. Back to work, even. Do NOT read any further.)
Some of you have already been to Steve in a Speedo's blog to vote for the Gnarliest Injury Photo. Thank you if you have. I'm in it, under the title of "Have You Hugged Your Dentist Today?" If you haven't been yet, and don't mind looking at some pretty brutal photos of injury aftermath, please go to his blog and vote for me. I'm behind in the voting right now, believe it or not, but I do have to admit there is some pretty tough competition. In fact, the one that tugged at my heart strings most was the poor bike, broken into 3 pieces. If I don't win, I think I'm going to promptly figure out a way of carrying ID and medical info with me on my rides and runs. It doesn't take long for me to get a long way out of the city, on some isolated roads. Those photos make it perfectly clear that shit happens quickly.