I attended the YMCA’s nutrition clinic for the half marathon last night, and, I’ve got to say, I’m not very proud of my behavior there.  My role was to support the registered dietician’s presentation and answer any particularly geeky race nutrition questions.  It was a recipe for disaster really: A room full of new and new-ish runners, a dietician who was not a runner, and an opinionated ultrarunner who is a professional educator.  I wouldn’t be surprised if the dietician (who was doing a fine job) was muttering “Boor!” while I added “important” bits.  Well, it was a good learning experience anyway.  I learned I can’t be trusted to be gracious in a discussion about running nutrition.  All that vomiting and sucking on Saltines during races has ruined my ability to be politely disinterested.  So disappointing to find oneself acting like a socially unaware 7^th-grader monopolizing class time… Sorry nice dietician gal.  (OK, but really, I’m chock full of information like how to burp hydration pack bladders and warm up gels in your sports bra on cold mornings that is almost entirely useless – except to people in a forum like last night’s.  I’m only human.)

Running log:  Rest day (That 20 minute run yesterday was exhausting.)

Core: 3o minutes

Legs: 30 minutes

Food log: