I broke the cardinal rule and drove to go road running. For shame.
Met Neasts for an easy run on the JRP. True to her word (this time) we kept a steady 8:30 pace. We even stopped for a sip of water. Chatter was about the usual pre-race jitters, I had extra nerves because I have the I'm-not-recovered-yet plus the oh-crap-100-miles-soon combo which I've never experienced. It's like heart burn in your brain.
Afterwards was a pleasant breakfast with books, authors, and words. Of course words are included. They're part of conversation.
I thought maybe just maybe my glycogen stores were replenished, because I wasn't starving during the run (and I ditched breakfast, gotta take advantage of sleeping in and road running when I can). But sure enough I sat down in the truck after running and wanted to eat a horse. Hunger kicks in the primal instinct for me. Must. Eat. Possibly because of the hypoglycemia? Ever hear about that time I did desert survival and had no food or water for 3 days while hiking 30 miles a day and by day 2 I tried (unsuccessfully) to catch and kill a lizard to drink it's blood? I was a vegetarian then too. Instincts... Fortunately I was fed a yummy carmel macchiato and a bagel and all the world was well again.
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