- Date: Wednesday, October 15, 2008 -- 9pm
- Location: Bloomington, IN
- Kitchen: My Apartment
- Recipe Rating: B-
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If you had told me 8 months ago that I would be capable of running for two hours straight, I would have laughed. And then paused. And then laughed some more. But today was my last long run before the marathon, and I ran for 12 miles, which at my slow pace took a bit more than 2 hours! Even more shocking was the fact that it felt pretty ok. I won't lie: miles 9 and 10 were more than a little unpleasant, but the first 8 and the last 2 were just fine. I carefully plotted my run so that it would end at the Chocolate Mousse, a fantastic little ice cream shop that has delicious cherry sno cones -- the perfect post-run treat! The Chocolate Mousse is just a few blocks from my apartment so I planned to run the 12 miles, end at the Chocolate Mousse, and then walk the few blocks home, yummy sno cone in hand. Unfortunately I got a little distracted while I was running and I didn't turn around exactly when I should have. So my 12 miles ended when I was still more than a half a mile from my sno cone, and almost a mile from home. In theory it seems like it should be no big deal to walk one mile, having just run 12. But walking is incredibly painful after a long run. Running that extra leg would have been less painful, but I just couldn't rally to do it. By the time I got home my feet hurt tremendously. I was sitting on the sofa, eating macaroni and cheese and thinking, "Man, what I wouldn't give for a foot rub," when I suddenly realized: you can pay people to rub your feet! In particular you can pay people to put your feet in hot bubbly water while you sit in a chair that massages you. Then they rub your feet and your legs -- ah the wonders of the pedicure! Luckily there is a super-cheap and really nice pedicure place a half a block from my apartment. So I dragged myself over there, plopped down in a massage chair, and thoroughly enjoyed being pampered. It was awesome -- exactly what I needed after traveling two weekends in a row, coming home barely long enough to teach my classes during the week, working a lot on my research, and trying to fit in some seriously long runs. I sat in that massage chair, reading trashy bridal magazines, and didn't feel one bit guilty about the fact that I wasn't doing anything productive. I needed a little break!