So, to finish out almost 65 miles of racing in January, I ran the Endurathon (hilly) half marathon on Saturday and the Herothon half marathon on Sunday. Because, I don't wanna miss a thing (and I'm dumb). I laid back in training - just 12 or so miles per week - but laid on the racing mileage this month. I do NOT recommend this approach.
So, Saturday I headed out in the drizzle to run the Endurathon HM through the hills of Bulverde. It was not pretty.
And then I hit the road again for another 13.1 miles. I won't lie - my mind was beat and my body was beat (and really not decently trained), but I did it (albeit in tights - I hate tights, but I needed some reinforcement to keep my legs and knee from spontaneously exploding).
But, there's worse --
But, I am not a one-show/pose pony - I still can put on a great running zombie closer to the finish
Wait, no, upon closer examination (I dare you to zoom that pic) - that is clearly surprised crazy running chicken form.
And then, there is that wonderful moment. That moment when you realize that you have 0.1 miles to finish 65 miles of race route over the mere 31 days of the month. Because you clearly couldn't miss out on a thing, because you are dumb, because it is almost done...
Thanks to Belinda, Tom Lake/SARR, and Endurophoto for the pics