ANYWAY, last weekend saw my longest run of the year at 14ish miles with an average pace of 8:53. I was perfectly pleased with that....also happy to not have to run any longer. Nothing significant to report other than people don't look happy running, mostly. I mean, a hello, hi, wave, something people. I realize you've got your headphones in and I do not but you don't have to be rude. Sheesh. One lady looked like she led a miserable life - she always does too. I try to say hi but then call her a bitch as she passes. And no, she's not deaf, I thought of that too.
My quality ride for the week was to be a three hour ride. No big deal, I thought. Ever just have something not feel right? It wasn't terrible or even a melt down it just wasn't all it could be. I ended with an 18.5avg and was not too happy with that. For whatever reason, it just pissed me off. I guess I just felt like I worked harder and 'deserved' more from that ride. Oh well, it's in the books.
Nutrition and the return of Count Flatula - for the love of Pete I must figure out my nutrition, uh, like yesterday. One thing doesn't absorb well, another gives me gas. I tried the CarboPro1200 for my bike ride and water. Yep, Count Flatula returned with the most horrendous nasal symphony ever. I suppose I'm just glad Count Flatula was not Count Shatula...that would REALLY suck. So, I will try it one more time and then I'm on to...the next thing. You think I would have this figured out by now. Short races just don't require so much and makes it easy to manage. I mean, if I end a sprint on the weak side or slightly dehydrated, that just means I did something right and didn't waste time. Try that for 70.3+ and you're in deep crap.