Well, my 20 miles on Sunday were hard (that may be the greatest understatement I’ll ever make), but thankfully proved to be no comparison for the disastrous, painful long run the week before. Looking back, I think my fueling, or rather, my lack of fueling was to blame.
Last week before my 18 miler I had yogurt and fruit for breakfast, huevos rancheros for lunch, and a salad with the teeniest slice of pizza ever for dinner. This past Saturday in preparation for my long run I had oats for breakfast, pasta and veggies for lunch and a cheesesteak sandwich and fro-yo for dinner and dessert. A striking difference that proved to be much in my favor.
Cheesesteaks may not be the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of proper pre-run nutrition, but it is the first thing you think of after watching the standoff between Gino’s and Pat’s on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives on the Food Network. And after all, we’re only an hour and a half from Philly…
So yes, Kirk and I drove to Philadelphia for dinner. As a co-worker noted this morning, “Oh that’s right. You don’t have kids yet.” True that!
The verdict? Did we opt for Gino’s or for Pat’s? Well, while Pat’s was deemed to have better bread, they also had super water-saturated peppers and onions (think sitting in a bucket of water for days kind of saturated). Ew. Gino’s steak was a teeny bit more flavorful, but ultimately, neither were all that impressive. We were less than enthused.
But, as I said, that cheesesteak did me well the next morning. The run was wildly uneventful, so I won’t bore you with the (lack of) details. I started before the sun came up at 5:51am and ended 4 Gus and 3 hours, 33 minutes and 31 seconds later. I was exhausted, but it good spirits.
Speaking of steak – does anyone else get tired of the sugary-sweet GU flavors? I realize it sounds gross now, but trust me, two hours into my run on Sunday I would have killed for a tri-tip flavored GU.
I had an ice bath and a coffee (simultaneously), followed by a viewing of The Last Airbender accompanied by my husband and my faithful icepack. I can’t say much for the movie, but the icing helped tremendously. My knees were really achy later in the day, but were much improved by Monday morning and I’m ready to tackle my 7 miles today.
In other news: My husband and I have decided to start cooking in the evenings together. This is going to be a challenge, I think, as the kitchen has become my territory to improvize and concoct things as I please, but I also think it will be good for us. Mainly, because it will give us something to do together. My husband and I are total opposites. We are hard-pressed to find anything (aside from movies and food) that we both enjoy. As a result, we are perfectly content to do our own thing most of the time, even if that means being away from each other. The down side of this is the obvious: we spend most of our time away from each other! We do love one another’s company, so hopefully working on creating masterful dishes in the kitchen as a team will bring us a little more together time.
Let’s just cross our fingers we don’t kill each other in the process. Let’s face it, we bicker like nobody’s business and there are plenty of sharp weapons within arms reach in the kitchen! Just kidding…