This is not related to the rest of the post, but this morning I tried this spinach feta and egg white wrap. It is not the spinach feta wrap from Starbucks that I spend nights dreaming about (no, seriously), but it was good. (New Yorkers, it’s from Chicken Deli. I couldn’t resist joining the offer order when I heard the name.)
I’m off to D.C. to run half marathon #11.
11’s my lucky number, so I should be more excited, but I’m sort of ambivalent about this actual race–which is not a fun feeling to have. My coworkers wished me luck as I left work, but I felt like a fraud accepting their good luck wishes.
I’m excited, as always, to toe the line, but I’m not expecting much. I’m going to run with Tina, who’s equally not feeling this race, and we’re going to run as hard as we safely can while still having fun, because that’s all we can do right now.
But…despite the fact that I’m not expecting much, I still couldn’t help but plug some race times into good ole’ McMillan.
He (personally, obviously) said I could run a 1:56 half tomorrow, based on my time from the Gridiron Classic. He’s clearly smoking crack, but I’ll be happy with anything under 2:00. Breaking 2:00 is still so new to me that it will still be exciting.
And that’s all I got. I didn’t train my hardest, and I’m not expecting a PR, but still hoping for the best and a fun race and weekend.
Good luck to everyone else running this weekend!