Since I know you (mom and dad…) have been waiting at the edges of your running shoes for this one, let me recap:
Thursday: Exhale barre class. Legs. Were.Angry.
Friday: upper body lifting + 30 min run (was supposed to be 4 miles but garminless and time constraints = womp)
Saturday: 8 miles COMPLETE. Despite wanting to stop for nap breaks (7:30am Saturday runs on sore leggies are a little toughhhhhh) Gregg kept me going, despite making him stop at 100 water fountains (sorry again, GB, thought one might yield wine or vodka…hope springs eternal??) he was for sure the only reason I didn’t quit at mile 6. 8 is the longest I’ve run in probably a year, getting over the mental hurdle is really the challenge…averaged around a 9:30mm (my garmin died, Gregg ran an extra mile at like a 4 min mile and skewed the results..) but I’ll take it. And then we went to the diner where people ogled my ability to turn a shade of red normally only seen on rainbows. The end.
How has your weekend been, party people? husband and dad are in Vegas for baby bro’s Bach and I’m off to a wedding this evening. May your weekend water bottles be filled with something special ❤
This wasn’t so ugly last night…
Ah Wednesday. Started off with a good old hour of leg exercises on the morning and ended with a lovely Hudson River jaunt (sun came out RIGHT as we were starting off, SO AWESOME!!!!!!!) The plan was to lift in the morning and run 4 at night. Ended up running 3.5 since my neck went berserk. Had wonderful company on the run and saw a turkey. A wild turkey. In the middle of Battery Park city. Michelle and I are convinced it was a fish that swam too long in the Hudson. And this is why I will never complete the NYC Triathlon. Right here. Not AT ALL because I can hardly swim and have an intense fear of biking in Manhattan. That’s NOT why. It’s because I’m afraid i’ll grow wings and scaley(er) feet swimming in the Hudson. So back off. GobbleGobble.
What is the most wild animal you’ve seen running around?? The tall guy and I once chased a giant black bear (for a picture, that’s totally normal right) in NJ. And in South Africa we came very close to being charged by a rhino…so there’s that.
I called it a “try not to collapse and die” workout. Met up with the Robinhood team (I have my own bib for the marathon but decided to fundrasie for Robinhood for kicks, if you would like to donate please feel free, but unfortunately my only readers are my parents and they already donated so this is awkward…Thanks Mom & Dad!!! http://www.crowdrise.com/sarawc ) I digress. I met up with a small group of mostly fast men in Central Park. The workout was 1/2 mile “fast” runs followed by 1 minute recovery. And then repeat. And there were hills. And I barley survived.
Oh sure, just a casual “meet here for a run”. That wasn’t a run, it was 6 damn sprints. Or ok, one sprint in my case and 5 jogs, but seriously stop being so technical about it….
I think I bombed this by all accounts of how people would view speed work who are actually runners, but I was at least happy i completed the workout with only a small amount of walking (hence the slower speeds towards the end). High expectations? Easy to please? Lame? Pick your poison. So I’ll go ahead and call it a success even though realistically/to real runners this would classify as a failure. Like that rationale?
The strugglebus ride looked like: 3:50 min (first 1/2 mile) then subsequently 4:10, 4:10, 4:30, 4:30, 4:45 <—-urhmmm….
It was “only”
mothereffing 83 degrees last night, so turning brightredpurple was a little shameful, but whatevs. You’re welcome people on the subway I sat next to. The look of horror was hard to mask for them.
I also found this lovely quote (and I could have used some
effing breeze last night) I thought I would share. Like some kind of inspiration situation for you. You’re welcome. #inspired
All the other people who are actually fast runners. So basically I’m going to win the marathon now, yes? Speed. Demon.
So topic, discuss. Do you do speed work? How should you really do it (ie: not add almost a minute to your time for the final set, I imagine?) XO!
Well, that didn’t go as planned! The plan, so to speak, was to make up my 6 mile run Monday night since my weekend events didn’t allow for that run. I headed out with the tall guy (the husband) with a dying garmin, rain and a ‘challenged’ stomach. Needless to say the garmin died, tall guy hurt his knee and with an injured running partner and no way to measure time or distance, uh I don’t think it was six miles 😉 The plan now is to add a run this week and not be a loser/not mess anything else up.
Monday – 6 miles (uh, see above..)
Tuesday – Central Park speed work/run with my charity group
Wednesday – 1 hour weight lifting AM + 4 mile run PM
Thursday – Barre class
Friday – 1 hour weight lifting + 4 mile run
Saturday – 8 mile run/easy <– which for me means hard
Sunday – NadaGracias
So in unrelated news, Royal baby? Care or care less? I'm in the latter, hardcore. Discuss.
As marathon training? Competitive eating, drinking, horseback trail riding, lounging and shooting?
6 miles, the 5am wake up eluded me. See you Sunday, betch. city girls (and boy) are off to the country. Over and Manhattan, we out
. -From the Mini Cooper
So weather report: It’s still hot.
Day 4 continued: had a pretty strugglebus run last night (on my part not hers, OBVIOUSLY) with the ever taller than me (which I can deeply appreciate being 5’9″) and wonderful Michelle . My plan (crafted by the speedy and lovely Jess ) called for an “easy” 4 mile run which should have been, well, easy, minus the 97 degree temperatures at 7:45pm when we started our run. Cramping calfs and general lack of breathing ability in this weather led to a few more water and stretch breaks (SORRY AGAIN M!!!) than I would wish on my worst enemy. And I called it at 3.5. Sometimes when the strugglebus encourages you to walk home? You do.
Day 5! Indoor activity!!! The gym finally got it’s act together and fixed the AC. Bliss. Today was a legs day, which was as one would imagine, painful. I foam rolled a bit after but still feel like my legs were steamrolled by the aforementioned bus. So tomorrow’s ‘easy’ 6 miles should be, uhm, not easy??
Since I don’t have an #inspiring picture of my beet red sweaty face from last night, I will offer you something else instead…
THE FRIDAY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wuhhhhhrtttt? It’s Fuhhhhridayyyy?
I have a way of communicating with my dog where I know exactly what she’s thinking and what tone she would speak in if she were human, so don’t worry about it, and you’re welcome.
So, please tell, when the strugglebus calls? Do you heed the call?? HAPPY FRIDAY! Hydrate with alcoholic beverages, it’s the only safe solution, really.
Also, does listening to the Elton John & Bill Joel Pandora stations at work all day make me awesome or lame? On second thought? Don’t answer that.