My tickets are booked and my mom booked hers yesterday! Pretty exciting, my mom is meeting my sister and I in Lincoln to watch us race. :-D It's become a family affair! It makes me really excited to think about starting the race with my sister, us keeping each other company for 13 miles, she's going to probably feel great turning off and heading into the stadium for her half marathon finish and I'm going to feel like crap and know I have ANOTHER 13 miles, because no matter how crappy I feel I will not turn in there with her. And then seeing them along the course an hour later to cheer me on at mile 19-ish. And then finally finishing another marathon (in under 4 hours of course) and then having the rest of the day to spend with them and the most adorable niece ever. Sounds like a pretty sweet time, right??
Yesterday was an awesome 6-mile run. I say awesome because I wasn't really feeling it. (I guess it's just not my week, I've been saying that a lot lately, except for Monday morning when I had a bomb indoor training workout.) My average pace was 10:26/mile, which is a full minute faster per mile than my Tuesday run, but felt just as easy. What did I tell you? A 10:30 pace is easier than 11:30 pace. I'm "supposed" to be doing my easy runs at 10:30. I'm going to have to stop taking lazy, slower days. My foot has been really bothering me. I'm not sure whether to say it hurts, but the tendon is tight and it gets sore after runs right now. I did have that pretty long trail run over the weekend, so it's likely just still recovering from that.
Tonight is a bike ride, no excuses. I know it's Friday, but it's not like I have plans or anything. Pfft. I should do an entire hour. Tomorrow is Saturday and it's a planned 18-mile day. The longest I have run so far is 15.44 miles. I was supposed to do 16 this past weekend, but I hit the trails instead. It's possible I do 17 this weekend and 18 next weekend instead of the other way around like is on the plan.
I'm going to have to wear my Hokas in order to get through the run. And I'm either going to have mad blisters or have to cut the toe box. We'll see how prepared I am before Saturday morning.