I can admit it. Some days I don’t want to run.
Like Mondays. Almost every Monday through the end of my training plan has me running seven miles. But Mondays! I’ve found I just cannot get up and do it. Well, more like won’t.
The past few Sunday evenings, I have set my alarm early, intent on getting up and running first thing to start my week. Once the alarm goes off, however, it quickly gets reset to allow me another 30-40 minutes in bed. The way I see, why cram in my seven miles on Monday when I still have other days of the week left to pound the pavement?
The problem is when other things get in the way. Wednesdays, I have learned, will never be a running day. After multiple Tuesdays spent teaching only followed by track or hill workouts, I have been lucky to have had any energy the next day at work, nevermind run. This Tuesday at track was no exception. Continue reading
(No, not that number)
There are some numbers you simply do not ask people. Like their weight or their SAT score (or LSAT score).
But in the running community, it’s all about the numbers. How miles did you run on the weekend long run? How many times did you lap around the track? How many hill repeats did you complete? What is your marathon pace/goal/personal record?
For me, this is my week summarized in numbers:
- 3 miles on the treadmill
- 5 1200 meter repeats on the track
- 5.5 miles completed with a friend
- 16.75 miles accumulated on Saturday
Tuesdays have been my two-a-days: back-to-back workouts, first with spinning, followed up either a track or hill workout with the crew. Fortunately, this past Tuesday was my last time completing 2/3 of the activities in a traditional triathlon. But even before this past Tuesday’s double doozie (spin, plus 1200 repeats on the track), I scheduled another two-a-day my first full day back from vacation.
Returning to D.C. last Friday evening, I hit the sheets pretty early in prep for Saturday’s long run. On a tapered run, I only had eight miles on the docket. In comparison to the previous week’s 13, those eight miles, a simple out to the Lincoln Memorial and back, felt easy. Add in the comfortable temperatures and some great company and the SLR flew by!
This run is my lowest SLR mileage until October 19th. Each week, the miles continue to creep up, eventually peaking at 20-miles. From now until the end of October, my social life on Friday is tamed and my Saturday mornings limited to the following: running, eating, napping.
With just eight miles Saturday (yes, just), I had plenty of time to refuel, nap and catch up on some reading that I failed to finish during my vacation. Therefore, I also had time to gear up for a free Lululemon-sponsored class at the newly opened D.C. SoulCycle. Continue reading
Back from vacation, resuming a schedule that involves an alarm clock and the necessity to prepare my own meals has been a difficult adjustment. Not only did Monday signal my return to the office after a 10-day hiatus, but it also meant the return to intense marathon training.
Out of taper mode, Monday called for seven miles.
Now seven miles are hard any day before an eight-hour work day, but factor in the end of a vacation and it being a Monday and those miles did not happen. Sometimes you just have to let the alarm go off as late in possible.
Yet Monday wasn’t a total exercise loss. Instead of a pre-work workout, I used my office gym to knock out three miles on the deadmill and a short interval workout on the elliptical. Thanks to a buddy, the looming seven miles will get done during a Thursday early morning running date. Continue reading
chugging along for a ride up the mountains;
ignoring the price of per pound at the candy counters;
eating watermelon and peaches…while watching Jaws;
trying a hand at something new;
staring up at the clouds by the water, as
you hear the waves of water falling down,
with the people you love by your side.
It’s called the when-in-New-England-eat-lobster-whenever-possible diet.
And so far I’m loving it.
Unlike my earlier summer diet, three days of nothing but juice, this is a welcome, and much healthier, change. Even better, the lobster diet is low in calories, before you take into account all the butter.
So when up north, the diet must adapt. Although a vegetarian in title, as a New Englander, I kept fish in my diet. A vegetarian for health and nutrition reasons rather than environmental ethics/activism, I still rarely it. Since I don’t buy fish to cook, there are only a few occasions when I actually eat it. When at home in New England for the summer is one of those times.
A picture says a thousand words, so why not bother with more writing when I can show my enthusiasm for lobster crepes and two pounders? Continue reading