My race soundtrack totals 2 hours 35 minutes – I’m hoping to beat it by more than a couple of songs. Pace increases incrementally in sections, starting with 12:00 miles and ending with 7:00. I’ve never done a seven minute mile so we’ll see how that goes.
- Scream & Shout – will.i.am ft Britney Spears
- Don’t Stop (Color on the Walls) – Foster the People
- The Phoenix – Fall Out Boy
- Anna Sun – Walk the Moon
- Viva la Vida – Coldplay
- Applause – Lady GaGa
- Promises – Nero
- 50 Ways to Say Goodbye – Train
- Headlights – Morning Parade
- F*cking Perfect – Pink
- One More Mile – Timothy B. Schmit
- Get Ur Freak On – Missy Elliot
- Toxic – Britney Spears
- Locked Out of Heaven – Bruno Mars
- We Built This City – Starship
- Dead & Gone – The Black Keys
- Mr. Saxobeat – iSweat Fitness Music
- Moves Like Jagger – iSweat Fitness Music
- The Great Escape – Boys Like Girls
- Sonne – Rammstein
- Take Over Control – iSweat Fitness Music
- E.T. – Katy Perry
- Run-Around – Blues Traveler
- My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark – Fall Out Boy
- Don’t Stop – innerpartysystem
- Me, You and Medication – Boys Like Girls
- This is Gospel – Panic! At the Disco
- Poppin Bottles – T.I. ft Drake
- Jump Into the Fog – The Wombats
- Ich tu dir weh – Rammstein
- Heels over Head – Boys Like Girls
- Will Do – TV On the Radio (twice)
- Rat a Tat – Fall Out Boy ft Courtney Love (twice)
- Free (The Stratos Spaced Out Remix) – Twin Atlantic
- Holding On to You – twenty one pilots
By this time tomorrow I’ll be heading to the Lakeshore for my
last. half marathon. ever
(ha ha, ha … ha?)
All nervousness aside, I have things to do before this thing can happen. My indie-nail-color-obsessed friend insists I should make time for a manicure so I’ll have something pretty to look at while I run, but I’m just not sure how to fit that in the schedule.
- Smoothie breakfast
- 1/2 day at work
- Cook & devour large vegetarian pasta dish for lunch, set leftovers aside for teenager
- Load music playlists
- Toss back some refreshing H2O
- Buy good socks & GU
- Make final determination on race colors/gear
- More water
- Visit race site to check out the parking situation
- Hydrate again
- Attend race expo long enough to grab race packet
- Light dinner + water
- Bodywork at 1800 – RELAX, RELAX, RELAX
- Visualize success
- Flush toxins with plenty of water
- Cut off water consumption for the night
- Check contents of race bag 1,000 times; prep food for breakfast
- Sleep soundly for 8 hours – this requires me to be in bed by 2100 – hmm, maybe 7 hours
…or, I could just take Cormac McCarthy’s advice and wing it like I did last Spring:
**UPDATE: my Horoscope seems to agree with Mr. McCarthy’s perspective:
“You have mapped out a plan that you are certain will bring you the success you have been longing for in a certain area of your life. Like a typical Leo, you have probably strategized your goal right down to the last detail. But you need to toss your plans to the wind. You need to let go of any kind of rigid rule book and just let intuition wash over you. It’s good to have a plan, but it’s better to be open to the fact that a plan is not always what’s called for”.
Maybe I’ll take my friend up on that manicure, after all!
Last week Modern Farmer hosted “Goat Week”, featuring posts about what goats eat, kid-naming battles, and yes, even goat poop. But the best feature by far was the launch of GoatCam. It proved to be so popular that they’re keeping it on… “in perpetuity”!
That’s right, Modern Farmer is live-streaming goats, 24-7, 365 days a year.
I’m in heaven.
Confession: I turn into a big germophobe before races and business travel. In the weeks leading up to such events, I take copious amounts of Echinacea, wash my hands more often, and double my personal space restrictions – you know, all the necessary precautions.
But sometimes I have to laugh at myself, as was the case yesterday when I got my eyes checked. I threw my contact lens case and cleaner into my purse, determined not to use the store’s questionable, community supply. The doc tried hard to convince me that using the open bottle of soft contact lens conditioner on my gas permeable lenses would be fine, but I stuck to my guns and used my solution. It wasn’t until I inserted the first lens 3/4 of the way onto my eyeball that I realized – in perfect horror – that I hadn’t washed my hands. Flashback to the 100 frames I grabbed off the rack to try on before my exam, not to mention the door handles, the disturbingly wet towelette they lay out for contact lens wearers, and everything else I unwittingly touched. I blinked several times, rapidly introducing all those beautiful germs straight into my body, and willed my immune system to kick into high gear.
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, right? So I ordered a new pair of glasses. And you better believe I took extra echinacea when I got home.