A tough 8 miles

Since we were headed to Tucson for Beerfest on Saturday, I decided to do my long run Friday night. I was (am) still feeling exhausted from the unknown plague, so I settled to just do 8 miles.

And what a tough 8 miles those were. :P

My nose was running the entire time, my legs felt stiff and I was just flat out tired.

But I ended up doing a lot better than I thought I would. In fact, my average pace was only about 25 seconds slower than my awesome 8 miler I had a few weeks back.

Go figure. I did feel like puking the rest of the night, though. Anyone else get like that after a tough long run?



I have three more long runs before race day. If all goes well, I'll do 10 this Saturday, 12 next Saturday and either 7 or 8 the following Saturday.

As long as I can kick this sickness for good this week, I think I'll be in ok shape. God willing!!

Even though I was still feeling crummy, I couldn't miss Beerfest. As promised, pictures!

Waiting in line for Beerfest to begin!

I think I'll keep him. ;)

Evidently Corey & I were the only ones who got the memo to not look at the camera.

And some random super hero guy. Who, of course, was the perfect photo op.