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That Time I Sat and Cried on a Bike Path…

Oh… it was Monday, because thanks to the shitastic weather over the weekend I was trying to do my final long run before Cherry Blossom this weekend. Instead, I sat down and cried after 2 miles, before realizing I was 2 miles away from where I started and needed to get back there to go home. So I got up, and slogged my way back to the gym where my car was parked and pretty much admitted to myself that trying to run 10 miles this weekend might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And I bought a house in Wisconsin once, so that’s saying something.

I don’t know what I did to my hip, but I do know the 6 miler last weekend, followed by 3 miles on Monday and 4 on Wednesday did not help the situation at all. I’m super bummed, and really cranky, and I HATE quitting things, but it hurts to walk and when I run I feel like I’m carrying a completely dead leg that I just get no response from. So… uh I think I’m out, and I’m probably taking a pretty long break from running. I can’t even pinpoint what the problem might be, because it just hurts everywhere. The hip flexor, the side, even in the side of my butt. Sigh. I think I’m even more pissed because I was having such a good training up until I tweaked something. Oh well, maybe we’ll try another race in the fall.

I don’t really have anything else to talk about, except super nerdy stuff like how excited I am to put together the bookcases my roommate and I ordered and to organize my shoes by heel height and color tonight. Picture something like this:

I might get out of town for the weekend to take my mind of the fact that I’m supposed to be running a race, but we’ll see. Ok enough whining, there are worse problems in life to have. At least it’s kind finally feeling like spring? Kind of?

 

xoxo

I Have None of the Confidence…

In my ability to finish this race in 12 days on anything but my hands and knees. I did a long run on Saturday, and told myself if I couldn’t do six then the race wasn’t happening. Well, I wanted to turn around after one, but I am nothing if not stubborn so I somehow hung in there for another five. It hurt, and it was hard, and I felt like crapola the entire time (and the next day), but I did six, so as of right now the race is still a go. I predict death somewhere around Hains Point, so look for me there when you haven’t heard from me in a while.

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I don’t know where those first three miles came from, probably part of the reason I wanted to keel over and die during the last one. Someone teach me how to control my pace? Thanks. My right IT Band is incredibly tight, because who doesn’t love old injuries that come back to play, but there’s no actual pain while running (I mean besides normal pain from pounding pavement for an hour) so I’m ignoring it for now and just stretching and foam rolling a lot. Guys, seriously though, am I going to die during this? Please tell me I’ll make it, haha.

After running, and then feeling depressing about my run, I pulled myself together for a night out with some of my favorite ladies. We hit up Cava in Clarendon for some wine and Tapas, which I annihilated because ya know, rungry. I was tempted to also hunt down a slice of pizza at the end of the night, but that probably had more to do with the 100 Bud Lights and Fireball than actual hunger. Unfortunately (fortunately for my waist line) the cab showed up before I could run away and buy a pizza.

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We ended up at RiRa where there was a delightfully fun band playing, so we danced and drank, and then I spent all day Sunday on my couch in my sweatpants, because I felt I earned it. Come to think of it, the dancing is probably part of the reason why my legs and feet were extra sore Sunday. Oh and by dancing, I mean jumping around like an idiot.

xoxo

P.S. It’s snowing

P.P.S It’s March 25

 

 

 

Half Way Point

Happy Friday and more importantly happy last freakin day of February! The end of February is apparently not marking the end of winter weather since it is cold as shit out there again, and there might be another storm on Monday. Basically, this is how I felt this morning:

unnamedIt’s been a pretty standard week over here, workouts, happy hour, work, blah, blah, blah. On Tuesday Kathryn and I ran “together” (on treadmills next to each other) before heading over to Buffalo Wild Wings for happy hour. She is fast and kicks my butt and makes me feel really slow as I’m plodding along at a 9:20 pace while she hauls ass at a 7:47. So yeah, 3 miles @ 9:21 pace followed by abs and beers and chicken nachos. They go together.

sometimes (most times) I got to happy hour after running without showering, it's fine

sometimes (most times) I got to happy hour after running without showering, it’s fine

I’m surprised they were even willing to stand close enough to me to take a picture, Kathryn actually showered because she is a clean person and I really just don’t care. That’s probably why she has a boyfriend and I have a dog. Wednesday it snowed, because of course it snowed, three inches during the morning rush hour so I made the call to switch my WFH day from Thursday to Wednesday and not deal with the awesome DC area traffic caused by precipitation. That also meant my rest day got switched, so even though I sat around in running clothes all day (because they are warm) I did not run.

Yesterday was the weekly speed workout. 1 mile warm-up at 6 mph, 32 min of 2 min hardish (7 mph) 2 min easy (6 mph), 1 mile cool-down.

photo 2 (2)I might as well have gone swimming because I was so sweaty at the end I looked like I’d jumped in a pool. It was a hard workout, but I was surprisingly not dead at the end which is leaving me hopeful for the 7 miler planned for tomorrow. Blech. Planning on doing some light upper body weights and core stuff today, but we’ll see if I actually make it outside and over to the gym.

Five weeks to go! Holy crap… that’s soon.