hey, so! this is a good sign: i woke up this morning after yesterday's long typically dramatic effort, and felt pretty fine. hamstrings a little sore, both of them near equally i thought; hip flexors could use some stretching (which gave 'em, and more to come tonight before bed.) but nothing out of the ordinary. no difficulty sitting on a toilet seat for instance (if your quads have ever been really angry, you know what i mean, yes? right.) so i was able to do all the normal crosstraining and whatevering today, and that gives me hope.
it's going to be 800C tomorrow with 2000% humidity, which is completely dumb and inexcusable because it got chilly and cold a few days ago but what's to be done, so i'm going to get up EARLY and do my quick run before it gets mega-gross. ... of course by EARLY i mean awake at 8am. this is why i could never have an actual running blog, because those people are at *lunch* by 8am.
the half marathon on sunday starts at 8:30am, though, so i guess i have to remember how to run first thing before the week is out. my partner in trail crime from yesterday (we'll just call her PITC ok?) pointed out that while this isn't insanely early like some races (uh, detroit marathon i'm glaring at you), it also means that, assuming we run it in something around two hours, we're going to be at the finish line at 10:30am, and there's a beer tent... and you don't want to turn down free beer! but sunday at 10:30am is a tad early! what is it, st patrick's day?
sidenote: when i ran this race two years ago, i didn't know that PITC was literally 5 seconds behind me at the finish -- we knew of each other professionally because we're in the same field and had a bazillion mutual friends on facebook but had never met -- and so that day i finished alone, and felt a little queasy (got a bit too excited around miles 7-9 and paid for it in the last two), and then walked over to the beer tent. as mentioned above, i was on the fence regarding the beverage, viz "on the one hand, free beer; on the other hand, just ran 13 miles, often not awake at this hour on a sunday, might vomit..." so, i took one and sipped, and thought immediately it was a bad plan. as i walked across the field with this bad plan in my hand and a bit of its taste in my mouth, a random guy yelled at me GO GREEN! and i thought -- man, if i look that close to nausea, there's no need to rub it in, buster ... and i gave him a bit of a rude look... and then i remembered that i was wearing a t-shirt supporting the local rabidly-supported college sports team, whose main colour is green, so actually he was yelling SCHOOL SPIRIT! and not YOU MIGHT BARF! sorry, School Spirit Guy, for misunderstanding.
anyway, when PITC ran it, she and her friend went and chilled in the beer tent for a while, consuming multiple beers she tells me. of course they did. she's from maine; they are made of stern stuff up there.
so this weekend's goals are: 1. run 7 saturday night 2. run 13 sunday morning 3. learn to drink a sunday morning recovery beer.
go team!
(don't) go green!
... 5 weeks to go.
My quads were SO THERE a few days ago --- not from running (argh, shin splints, sigh, shit, argh) but from this weird yoga/pilates/SOMETHING class taught by a tiny old man who really really really wanted us to learn the correct way to pick small objects up off the ground. Over and over again. For an hour.
ReplyDelete10:30am is definitely not too early for a recovery beer. (Then again? I am from New England and live in Britain, so I may not be the best arbiter of such things.)