I’ve spent a lot of time staring at my computer screen, trying to figure out what I could possibly write about the bombings at the Boston Marathon. It would feel so wrong to not write anything, but I can’t seem to find the words to do any of it justice. This isn’t going to be eloquent, and it probably won’t be coherent. I know it won’t capture everything I want to say, but I have to say something.
As I mentioned last week, I applied to be a part of Team Nuun at this year’s Hood to Coast relay. Despite the fact that my post talked specifically about Going Big this year, the link to my application was tiny and easily missed. Subtle, even.
“Subtlety” is not something I’m particularly known for.
Monday (4/1) – 4 mile run, 90 minutes yoga
Tuesday – 35 minutes elliptical, 50 minutes spin
Wednesday – 2000 yard swim, 7 mile run
Thursday – Rest
Friday – Rest
Saturday – NYRR Scotland Run 10k (recap pending)
Sunday – Rest
Someday I’ll get my workouts up before I’m well into the next week. Not this week, and probably not next week either, but someday.
Monday (3/24): 3 mile run, 90 minutes yoga
Tuesday: 45 minutes elliptical
Wednesday: 5 mile run
Friday: 5 mile run
Saturday: 15 mile bike ride
Sunday: Casual egg hunting (aka: Rest)
I was looking over my race recaps (putting together my brand new races page) and I realized that they all follow the same basic pattern. By the end of the post I’m satisfied (Hyannis), happy (St. Pat’s), or even elated (NYC!), but at the start they are full of doubt: “I wasn’t sure what to expect,” “I wasn’t exactly sure what my ‘strategy’ was going to be…I was at a total loss,” “I was in a weird place.” Wow. I know I joke about being a little bit clueless, but this is a bit much.
Only two weeks (…ish) late. That’s not bad, right? I thought about just letting it go, being a little baby 5k, and kind of anticlimactic after the NYC Half (which I’m still dancing around all excited about. Is there a limit on how long I can get away with that?). However, it was a good little race for me, so I think it deserves its moment in the spotlight.
Monday (3/11): 90 minutes yoga
Tuesday: 40 minutes elliptical
Thursday: 3.14 mile run (Pi day! Please excuse me while I totally geek out.)
Friday: 2500 yard swim
Saturday: Rest/walking around Manhattan
Sunday: NYC Half Marathon aka The Greatest Day Ever
I was in a weird place going into Sunday’s NYC Half Marathon. I was thrilled with my Hyannis time, but still annoyed with my shoes, and those stupid four seconds. I was annoyed with myself for letting a few seconds, in horrible conditions, prevent me from enjoying what was actually a huge accomplishment. I was concerned about my hamstring, and unsure how to balance easing off and resting, with feeling ready and well prepared for NYC. I was too hungry or too full. I was tired, both physically and mentally. I didn’t feel like finishing my swim workout on Friday, so I didn’t. And I didn’t even care.