For the first time in at least a decade, I got to spend my birthday with my parents. And the weather was splendid.
Due to a long, tragic series of calamitous events, my nieces Angelina & Abagail and nephew JJ were also home for my b-day. “Hey, kids! Uncle Kyle’s home!”
These are authentically Kentucky children–complete with Southern twang’ed accents and idiosyncratic pronunciations. And, yes, they are eating So Delicious vegan ice cream that I brought home.
I allowed a minute amount of chocolate to impose upon my pre-marathon 2 week caffeine fast. “Thanks so much, Debbie, for my vegan chocolate birthday cheesecake!” (Mom scraped off a bunch of the chocolate for me.)
Each day of the week I would eat a small breakfast before driving into town to run and stretch. This is the path I run to the track at Bardstown High.
The weeklong mantra was to just relax…be confident. The money was in the bank. Stay loose, stay strong.
Mom & I visited Pat and Herb’s farm across the way. A good place to drift away…
It’s best to not think much about the race anymore the week of. So…Mom & I ate at Zen Garden in Louisville.
I watched the kids put costumes on Charlie.
JJ & I both had some tightness. His was in the right quad; he knew to foam roll.
Mine was upper left hamstring, into glute. I foamed, too, but also really enjoyed 2 hydro massages at Anytime Fitness.
The ten pound catfish in the pond ate and played.
Abagail, never shy, danced. All was right with my world. The stage was set for a PR race.
My first 21 kilometer race ever was this one, as a sophomore at Seneca High in Louisville. Still have this shirt–but mine’s a bed for the field mice in my parent’s shed.
My time is nearly at hand…
But first, my pre-race meal at Grape Leaf, in Louisville’s Crescent Hill neighborhood, and the requisite bourbon ads in a land from which 95 percent of the world’s bourbon originates.
Tomorrow, I am going to destroy this course! (Okay, now calm…)
Coming soon—-Part III: The Race