T-minus 17 hours until my half marathon in the morning! I happen to know quite a few of you are gearing up for all sorts of races this weekend, so I thought this little poem might be appropriate for us all. For the record--this is what happens when you don't have television. Hubs and I spent a somewhat embarrassing couple of hours doing this early in the morning after my family headed off to the airport. Once again, I'm convinced I've found my true love because I can't imagine ANY other grown man spending that much time helping me rhyme. Love you, Tim! Twas the night before race day, and all through the home There was stretching and rolling, on rods made of foam Compression stockings were placed on their calves with such care In the hopes that on race day, no pain would be there. The runners were nestled all snug in their beds While PRs and course records danced in their heads. Laying out was my jacket, my shoes and my cap I’ll be cold at the start, but warmer ea...
Ultrarunning in Kalamazoo on a ketogenic diet