So I ran the Mercer Island Half Marathon on Sunday morning with my hubby. I planned to run with my sister as well, but damn, she smoked me by about 13 minutes. She’s amazing and I’m in total awe. I have run probably a two dozen half marathons over the years, and thought I was ready for this one. I ate well the day before – french toast with fruit for breakfast, a fruit, spinach and protein smoothie and some soup for lunch, and a big ol’ plate of pasta and veggies for dinner. I even skipped my customary Saturday night glass of wine, and instead

The Run Now, Wine Later Gals with the Pain Now, Beer Later Guys & Gal. It's all about priorities....

drank 2-3 liters of water throughout the day. I thought I was ready and raring to go, but my body told me differently. It was a gorgeous day, I felt pretty good, but around mile 6, I just felt slow and sluggish. That CrossFit workout I did with my pal Dorothy on Friday (my first ever!) didn’t do me any favors on this hilly course either. Oh my aching hips. But, we enjoyed the sun, each other’s company and the awesome feeling of completing 13.1 miles. Isn’t it funny how some days, you can do everything “right” with your pre-exercise fueling and it just doesn’t seem to deliver the “magic”?  Sigh.  But the beautiful part about being an athlete? I get to try it all over again for the next race.  Next up: Whidbey Island half on April 15th.

Eat well, my friends.