Running Chick

Hey, remember when I was going to be all productive during my post race running hiatus?  Do some house projects, ride my bike, yadda yadda. Guess how many of those things I got done. One? Nope, sorry loser. ZERO. And I don’t feel bad about it, either because I believe we set a new personal record in going to the bar & eating out this week, and that took up some serious time & effort.  Priorities, man. Priorities.

Some race highlights/lowlights -

• Surprisingly consistent splits. I went out too fast for the first two miles, but dialed it in by the fourth.
• Almost choking on a crumbly Fig Newton. It’s probably time to experiment with gels again.
• Seeing “One Walker is beats [insert some number which I can’t remember] runners” chalked all over the road, thinking WTF? and then getting a lesson in Wisconsin politics from the dude running next to me who was definitely voting to oust Cheeseland Gov Scott Walker in the upcoming recall election.
• Eagle themed aid stations.  One had a old dude wearing a George Washington-looking wig, yelling into a PA system and waving an eagle puppet at all the runners.  Josh said he high-fived the eagle. I ran to the other side of the road. Creepy.  The other had a little kid sitting on the pavement on a pile of sticks that was supposed to look like a nest. She had cardboard wings strapped to her arms and sprung up from her nest and made screeching eagle noises when runners went by.
• Have any beer? I heard it at almost every aid station, but the only one which could have honored the request was the aid station at the bar and they could barely get water out in time. Sorry, lushes.

Soda Pops restaurant.  It’s a soda fountain!  Lots of fun drinks and yummy food. It was so good we went there twice.

The Hodag in Rhinelander, WI. We zipped over there to find me some shorts because it was going to be warmer than I anticipated and didn’t bring any. It was a bust. I have the absolute worst time finding shorts that fit my thunder thighs. Grumble.

Cocktails and sandwiches! I so wanted to go there, they were closed.

Strangest mannequins I’ve ever seen. The first one reminds me of the Joker.

Post race bar crawl photo at the Black Forest Pub in Three Lakes, WI. Drinks were expensive, food was good.

Compression socks & moccasins. My sexiness is beyond compare.

The view from our little cabin. Pretty, but that was about the only nice thing I have to say about that place. It was a serious dump.

Next week, running! Biking! Or, something.