That something is: Tried and true routines and superstitions in regards to race training and preparation are a good thing. When they aren't followed, chaos ensues. I was supposed to run a half marathon today. Normally last night would have involved pasta with meat sauce or a protein and rice meal, followed by laying everything for race day out in my bedroom and living room. Instead, last night involved our Staff Appreciation Party which was a masquerade ball this year. I had a great time with my co-workers and my boyfriend. I had wine. I ate cheesy/saucy foods that I normally would not touch, but that was the food being offered for dinner. I had a piece of cake. I had fun.
When I got home, I did not lay everything out as I normally would the night before a race. I was exhausted and fell right to sleep. Early this morning my stomach started rebelling against the choices I made at the masquerade ball, so I slept the morning away instead of running. This was the first time I have strayed from my normal race weekend routine and now I know that I need to stick to the plan and not stray again.
