Tropical Storm Hanna came for a visit yesterday and dropped a lot of rain on Richmond. MarcoDiablo, in his wisdom, convinced us to slog through it and be glad to have our long weekend run over with so we could enjoy our Sunday morning. Well, he was right. We started off at 7am with one hour on our trainers, in my case trying hard to wake the hell up, and chatting about who was missing and why (Patty???) Before long, it was time to suit up and hit the road. Two 9 mile loops in the pouring rain. In her defense, Hanna did offer some brief respites from the rain--from mile 3 to 7 I almost dried out, only to get totally soaked again. At the mid way point, we all very uselessly changed our soaking socks, shirts, and in Sharons case, hat, downed a gu or two, loaded up the fuel belts and headed out for round 2. I felt pretty good until mile 15, then everything started to hurt. I keep telling myself to get used to the feeling, and to try to run through it or despite it. Ironman will hurt even more. After it was all done, Sharon, Karen, Shawn and I hit Kitchen 64 for brunch and a well-earned pitcher of mimosas. I came home and promptly fell back into bed for a 2 hour nap.
Last night the family headed over to my friend Rob's house to celebrate his liberation from Alcoa, and visit with many grad school friends I haven't seen since May. Man, do I miss those people. Unfortunately I was still wiped out from the run so we came home by 9:30, and I was out by 10. It was sheer bliss to sleep till 8 am, and not be rudely awakened by an alarm clock! Today I'm cheering my friends/coach from afar as they tackle Ironman Wisconsin. Go Blake, Aimee, and Rick!