So in 12 hours I will be on a plane to Firenze. I am going to eat cow's tripe that has been boiled in broth in a paninni (it's a local speciality) and my own body weight in gelati. I will seek out Napoli pizza and eat tiny cakes with fistfuls of cream. I will sip vino and campari like a fish.
Then, on Sunday, less than 12 hours after I land, I will run the
Grand Union Half Marathon. It will be my furthest run of the year.
Somewhere in between these two occasions, I will probably ink myself with fear. Oh well.
Oh, I love Firenze....especially the food! And how can you have a bad half marathon after a few days of relaxation and good eats? Have a great trip!
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