You practice stuff so it isn’t as ugly on the actual event.
And today was a great example of that. I drove down to Jack London Square to get a feel for the run course this morning, and felt great on mile one. And then my stomach decided to give me the middle finger.
I have been really distracted since the Sandman. I was working on a run foundation all last week, hitting a solid two-mile loop for five days, but this week has been negligible at best. I swam hard on Sunday, and haven’t done much of anything else (active, at least) since. I have been diving deep into other exciting things, but unfortunately that precluded my race preparation.
What does this mean? This weekend: all Oakland, all the time.