Tomorrow we’ll be two short weeks away from Marathon Monday. I’ve decided that I’ve postponed the inevitable long enough; I’ve got some goodbyes to say. But unlike in the Duran Duran song, this goodbye isn’t forever.
While my training diet has been pretty tight–garbanzo beans, lentils, spinach, yams, blueberries, brown rice and brocolli making up the bulk of my daily intake–I’ve reserved ample room for my two favorite dietary dalliances: Ghirardelli chocolate (the darker the better) and Guinness stout.
It is time I say goodbye to my luscious indiscretions, more for mental reasons than physical ones. No one has told me I’m looking chubby lately, so I’m not aiming to whittle my waistline between now and the time Pair C and I hit the road for our little 26.2 jaunt. I do, however, need to head to Hopkinton knowing I’ve done everything possible to ensure I see the finish line too, preferably in a respectable time.
So goodbye for now, my rich, dark, complicated friends. I’ll see you on Boylston Street.