Double down and done

With a final "sprint" down the street and past my house, my last double day was finished.

There was 7.3 miles of northeast Indiana hills (read: road bumps) and 4 miles of pushing it with my husband to bring me to 11.3 miles (if you are bad at math) and finish my training for Hood to Coast.

I'd like to say that the ending of two-a-days was bittersweet, that I waxed on about how much I'll miss them as I ran through the park with Mark ... but I'd be lying. My legs felt like lead for the first mile of the second run, and I felt slightly homicidal as my husband pushed the pace, exclaiming "I feel good today."

Good news for my Team Lemonade compatriots and my BFFs who have sworn to bail me out if I ever go to jail, I did not throat-punch him as we ran up a neighborhood hill and land myself behind bars. Nor did I do any real damage when I mislanded on a broken bottle at 6 a.m., causing my ankle to go right and my foot to go left.

Rather, I'm as healthy and as strong as I'm going to get for this experience. I'm part floating in a surreal haze that my flight leaves in just one week and part living in sheer panic. No worries from my previous post that I'm giving myself a stroke about leaving Miles. It's more the former fat girl who spent prime social development time huddled in a corner, picked on and embarrassed. I will spare you the neuroses.

You're welcome.

For all those relay vets out there, what are your tips leading up to the race? Will you fit in my carry-on?