It's already the end of September, so it's only a month until Marine Corp. I haven't run for a week, when I did a 10K in Barcelona, Spain while on vacation. I did do a lot of walking (I'm talking hours and hours a day), but I also gave myself free rein on food while over there (drinking chocolate! beer! ice cream! beer! bread! beer!). Luckily, no major damage, as the weight stayed the same, but I've got to get my ass back on the road tomorrow. I've got my last long run next weekend, which is supposed to be 20 miles, but it might get cut back to 15, since Debi's having trouble with her hip and thinks it might be her IT band. Ouch.

I have on ouch too, but it's not keeping me from running - after a 40 mile bike ride a few weeks ago, my wrists and thumbs were sore (I have carpal tunnel already), and have been kinda achy since. It doesn't help that, for whatever reason, I've been sleeping with my arms under me with my wrists bent at bizarre angles. My right wrist doesn't want to bend too much right now, so i'm going to try sleeping with a brace. We'll see. I don't plan on biking a whole lot until after the marathon anyway.

The plan is just to survive the marathon, and then spend the next few months getting ready to really train. I'm going to try and put on some muscle (back to the Muscle-Tech classes with Tina at the LAC; I may try and drag my sister with me) and drop some weight. I'd like to get down to 133 or so, but the lowest I've really ever been was 137, and that was after a bout of food poisoning. My doc says I'm fine at the weight I'm at, but while my top half is pretty lean, my lower body leaves some to be desired. That, and every pound is a pound that I'll have to lug with me for 140.6 miles, so the less pounds there are, the better. It would be easire if I just didn't like food so damn much.