This 8 mile run was much dreaded for me. After a series of not-so-great runs, I wasn't sure how this one was going to play out. Other than the typical aches and pains during the first couple of miles, I felt remarkably better. I have a feeling I know why. After months & months of combing through sports nutrition books, I bit the bullet. I went to see a sports dietitian earlier this week. She read through all of my food journals, exercise journals, the past few years of weekly weigh ins....and told me everything I was doing wrong (and right!) with food. Could last night's run going so much better have something to do with the way I fueled up before the run? According to the sports dietitian, the answer is a big, fat.....YES. I'll write more about what she had to say another day. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the concept of never counting a calorie (or Point) ever again.
Anyway, Kent on this run with me, and decided he wanted to go back through campus to get home. It's 100% uphill. Hard hills. Grueling hills. They killed my pace, my right hip, and both knees. Should make for an interesting long run come Friday.