I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
I managed to find to the right side of the bed this morning and I even pet the cat briefly. Looks likes it’s going to be a stellar day. I think Asa and I are going to check out Natural Bridge Caverns. I want to work some caving into his imaginary repertoire. I’m getting a bit burned out on fire fighting.
“What’s on fire now, Mom?”
“OK, I put that out. What’s on fire now?”
Everything in the house has burned at least three times. (I’m just bitter because he didn’t like the SCBA I fashioned for him this morning.)
I had a great run yesterday under the live oaks. It was the first time I’ve felt like I’ve had some fuel in the tank since Rocky. I can’t imagine running back to back 100 milers. (No Burning River between Western States and Leadville for me.) I just have a slow hour on the schedule today. Amanda wrote that it was supposed to be “embarrassingly slow.” It takes a lot to embarrass me. What is the least amount of mileage I could run in an hour, do you think?
Food log: Carbo loading for Nueces 50 today. 400g. Whoop.