Count down to DCM has commenced.
I'd like to show you my knuckles today but it would put you off breakfast. Suffice to say I am missing bits of skin on three knuckles and two fingers bends-AND I was wearing gloves. Anyway, kickboxing and running, that's what it was. Today's run which I am about to embark upon in less than half a hour- is a 25k doozy taking in a lap of the Phoenix Park. It will be my second last long run before Marathon day. Last one will be 30k and Im planning to pull that off around the 16th, then if all goes well I will taper and carb scoffing to my heart's contentment. Weather-mild, not raining,not windy, hell yeah.
I'll be listening to Mirror in the Bathroom and wishing I could fight like Benny the jet and coo coo ke chooing over Cusack. Why? Why not?
Labels: Running
posted by fatmammycat at 12:29 p.m.
14 Comments:
Hooray! Action Cusack!
Three day weekend, will work out. Promise.
A slick action Cusack is the very best kind of Cusack.
I ran 30k instead. Consider me banjaxed.
Way to go! You are sooo going to kick this marathon's ass.
Go on yah mad marathoning thing!
fmc, you are truly a marathon-running fool. i love it!
decent week - 2 yoga classes, 3 running days (and registered for the 5K), 3 weight lifting sessions, and lots and lots of dog walking.
i aspire to the marathon - you have my greatest respect!
that, and i heart john cusack.
Aw thanks folks, I'm not sure about kicking anything. I've got an open fire and I'm in my PJs, tuckered out, but with that happy buzz you get from a good long distance run.
And also hearting JC should be a national past time. I heart Joan too.
Cusak was at his hottest there.
And Dan Akroyd completely redeemed himself with the whole commie "workers of the world unite" approach to being a hitman.
I though everyone was brilliant, Minnie Driver was lovely in it too. I love the scene when he re-introduces himself to her father and just says what he does for living.
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! Some day I'd like to leave a comment on my own blog without leaving out a 't' or an 's'. It's like I have a fucking syndrome of some description.
Not long to go now..... only one last long (lonely) run! Give it socks!!
Eeep, Thursday is my last long run and I'm getting super twitchy with terror.
Hope it went well and the legs aren't too sore tomorrow. Ever tried compression tights? I haven't, but people swear by them for recovery. :-)
I haven't but I've seen a few folk running in compression knee socks. It reminds me off a soft porno I saw in my youth.
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