July 28, 2005

The half marathon I'm running in San Francisco is just a few days away. I ran 10 miles on Tuesday night. It has been a long long time since I ran double digit miles. I nearly died. (Seriously, a car almost hit me while I was running on the side of a dark street.) My right knee hurt afterwards, but I iced it all day Wednesday and now am ready to go. The race distance is 13 miles, but I figure the adreneline will get me through the final 3 or so.

In an effort to trick my body into thinking it is in better shape than it really is, I've been getting lunch at Jack-in-the-Box. Not my usual order of the heart attack inducing Bacon Ultimate Cheeseburger, but one of the salads, usually the chicken club.

Goals for Sunday's run:
1. Don't finish last.
2. Don't throw up on another runner.
3. Don't lose my footing on the Golden Gate Bridge.

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