Figuring Sh*t Out

So its about that time that I might as well figure out how I'm going to get down to this marathon on the 29th. I mean I have some time but figuring out flights and stuff takes forever and a day so better late than never. I was going to drive out there, but thats not going to work because its like 1,800 miles to Eugene and the vast majority of that is driving through fly over states. It would be a much easier drive if I was driving to the east coast and not the west. So I'm flying to Portland or something and then driving to Eugene, even though thats still a hell of a long drive, then staying a couple of days in Eugene and running and stuff, then staying a day or two in Portland and then flying back. Its going to be pretty much a blast, I'm excited for it. It doesn't really look like too difficult of a race terrain wise, so if all goes wrong I might end up in decent shape.

I finished up the difficult part of my training on April Fool's day. Meaning, that was my last 20 miler- the third of three. I promised myself that I'd tone myself down as I start my taper, but I didn't. I went out last Tuesday night and had a lot to drink. 6 or 7 whiskey cokes, I think? Somehow, I remember the whole night and I didn't do anything too dumb, although I did throw a little bit of a temper tantrum towards the end of the night. But all turned out well. Or it seems that way anyways. Hopefully this Tuesday won't turn out that way. There's this local bar the Wild Onion that does a birthday Tuesday thing, so I was there last Tuesday for this girl's 22nd, and I'm going this Tuesday for this other girl's 21st. I've never drank with this girl before-- in fact I was pretty sure that she didn't drink up until she invited me, so who knows. I mean, I don't want to be rude and spoil the fun, but I don't want to be super hungover the next day either.

Although I am really good at running hungover. I went out and ran a 12 mile tempo run where 7 miles of that were at 7:15's that Wednesday morning. Just mixed drinks though, if I run after a night of drinking beers I'm slow as molasses.

Its not actually tempo time yet-- I still have one more week of decent 100+ miles, so I guess I can cheat myself out of breaking that promise by rationalizing it that way, but really, I'm just bad at self control.