I just got back from a delicious dinner at an Indian restaurant. The same restaurant I went to last week before the half. The same restaurant where I only ate naan and rice because I was afraid of what it might to do to me when running 13.1 miles the next day.
It was worth the wait. Food coma. Nothing beats girl time with beer and spicy food. And naan. Nothing beats the naan.
Since I’m delirious from the amount of food I just consumed I just wanted to throw this little gem out there and then I’m going to call it a night:
Um, what? Where did that 8:40 pace come from? No clue. I was feeling really good though. I guess it’s time to crush another PR next week.
Seriously. Where did this run come from? I honestly set out to run a 9:30 pace. Who am I?
I hope everyone’s weekend is off to a good start as well! Today is my Friday and my office had vanilla sprinkle donuts this morning so I think it’s safe to say this is going to be a great long weekend!