Umm... That's not a good sign

Today was a run day. That would make my 3rd run since August 2nd... I stopped by Charles's cube to see if he was heading out today. He was so we headed out together at lunch in non-matchie match outfits. As we started, I quickly realized that my 2 strides to his 1 (he has really long legs) wore me down much faster than before (once again, yes, this was only my 3rd run since August and probably 5th run since June...).

I needed to walk sooner than I would have liked, and Charles stuck with me. We avoided the police/secret service/Capitol police (and whatever else was going on) and made it to The Mall. After a bit more run/walking I sent Charles on his way. It's what we do - he goes off, I turn around and his goal is to catch back up with me. And he always does.

But, bless his heart, he said I was much further than he expected me to be. Not sure if it was a lie, but it's what I needed to hear and made me feel better about the wog.

So, yup - I am a bit frightened for Sunday. In 5 days. 70.3 miles is a long way.

BUT, I think I am ready - or as ready as I can be at this point. Even though the wog was tough, when I walked my heart rate dropped quickly and I felt I recovered nicely. Knowing I am going to walk more than half the 13.1 definitely helps. And I am in this for fun, and I think it will be fun.