I am chaffed in a very bad place.
20 miles with the NYRR, Alison, Amanda, and Andy on Saturday. It was a relatively painless run, save for the last 4 miles and the discovery later on in the shower of the chaffing in a very bad place. The good news is my before-run meal plan (oatmeal with honey, cinnamon, and lactaid) is working, as is ingesting Gu every hour and a half. I've learned this season to eat the Gu before I start losing energy instead of after I've lost the will to live.
Alan (why do almost all of my runner friends have "A" names? I feel like I'm part of some weird clique, like in "Heathers".) called yesterday after running the Queens Half. He's not feeling optimistic about running the marathon. I haven't had a chance to give him the "you can do it" pep talk. I'm probably not in the best position to motivate anyone since I've struggled this year myself.
On the opposite end of the running spectrum, Barnett sent a text saying he ran the half in an hour and a half, which is a pr for him. Good Lord. These days I'm lucky if I'm running under a 9 minute mile.