Monday, 12/16
This morning I had a stack of pancakes and basically a jar of syrup mixed with Kerrigold butter. My core has finally quieted. I secretly relished the pain. 2Trainz and I are hungry for more tattoos. Today is the kind of Monday where I left everything at home, like watch, like mind, like enough snacks. I've been at my desk for 5.5 hours straight, so good luck adductor/s, you bout to go through some shit. Curveball - I actually felt great. One of those, I'mnotsurewhyI'mfeelinggoodbutI'mleaningintoit kind of runs. After work was a flurry of cousin'ing, mexican pizza, margaritas, christmas shopping & a nightcap with Ber, who's birthday it is. The Dr. brought out a large penis cake, homemade, handcrafted.
Miles for the day - 10.25
Tuesday, 12/17
Night sweats. Hormones, likely. This week is crammin', and with its cram I get socially-spent. Craving the burrowing in. Today Linden announced that she'll run both the Trials and Boston, which is hellyes. I want to be in a race with her, with women like her. A race with her in it elevates the class, of which I'm nosebleedingly associated. Despite this cool news and its accompanying inspiration, I don't feel like running. It's a down week, the miles will curb, I'm hit or miss hormonally, and with it all, I feel a sense of blah. Consistency is important, so hunkerin' in an easy 9 miles with a few strides at the end to get ready for a big w/o tomorrow. After work - errands, groceries, straight to meet some fantastic women in the running/athletic brand world where we talk Trials, races, disordered eating, how to be advocates, how to compartmentalize and relationships over IPAs. Key words of my aura today: crammin', curbin' and hunkerin'.
Miles for the day - 9 + strides
Wednesday, 12/18
Dream-filled sleep, savored the lucid till the very last minute. Funneled in some good carbs, on the hour, every. There's this lovely woman in the Imaging Dept. at work that brings me canned Kitu super espressos every now and then; today is such a day, and I pounded it before the w/o. In the past year I've been able to bring my T-pace down a bit from where it hovered for years, but for a workout of this size: 2E + 4T + 4 min E + 3T + 3 min E + 2T + 2 min E + 1T + 2E, I'm going to wrangle it in a bit, directing the T towards GMP over lets say, GHMP. In workouts in general, I tend to start out fast(er) and then punish myself to hold on to whatever I started with, instead of finding the right pace for the day, the weather or the w/o. Because I'm sadistic, and psycho, and unintelligent at times. I've written this bit before the w/o which is holding me to a higher level of self-awareness. Maybe.
2E + drills. Right hambutt a little tight. Each have been talking a little since I started strength. Is it just that I'm actually using them? Are my glutes turned on for once?
4T = 5:46, 5:41, 5:47, 5:41
3T = 5:42, 5:43, 5:42
2T = 5:43, 5:38
1T = 5:42
I think I did a little better at keeping it under control, not the best, but better. I could have been smarter, but I balance my sensory intellect with boundary testing. Took in some Honeystinger. Lucked out with some free food at the hospital: salmon croquettes, cheeses soaked in oils, grilled bread, dips, olive medley, chocolate kiss centered cookies, and a hot coffee bar. Today I told my friends that I can't stop watching Harry Styles videos, which feels a little uncomfortable because I'm a 32-year-old lady, and they've offered, "Next time you're about to search something about him text us! lol." I would like to make it clear that I was never a 1D fan. I am only a HS fan. God, back when, when older women were fawning over one Kennedy or the other, that seems so much more...sophisticated and appropriate?
Rush home, do more xmas bs, boogie to BDP strength for an hour, then boogie to an old friend's for her birthday party, then boogie back home where I fall into bed and moan.
Miles for the day - 15
Thursday, 12/19
Right hip a little jammed, walking a little funny, but the easy 8.3 miles I did with 2Trainz went fine. It was cold, windy, raining. "I don't mind the rain, but I don't like the sound of the car tires on wet streets, it seems like sound is elevated, louder, and I get over-stimulated." "I heard dogs are sensitive to that too." "So, cool, I'm a dog." "That's not what I'm saying. It's probably that you're just getting old."
Miles for the day - 8.3
Friday, 12/20
Finishing up some holiday errands - ran with a pack for the first half, then scooped up 2Trainz for the second. Felt a lot better than yesterday. Seems like soreness/niggles generally dissipate within 24, after some good meals/good sleep. Bought tix to see Ben Gibbard at Washington Hall for M for xmas, as a surprise - left straight from work to Seattle in pretty miserable driving conditions. The whole time my ass hurt from sitting. Sucks when you get into the mileage and the bigger workouts and your ass starts to hurt. Especially when you don't have one...? Writhed in discomfort the drive long. This trip contained a bevvy of emotions. 1. Ass pain 2. A few slamming of the brakes 3. All of this being a surprise to M, he was not expecting Seattle, and as a man who drives a lot, and does not enjoy the drive to Seattle, especially on a Friday, at night, in the rain before the holiday week...it didn't go over so well. Thank god when we pulled into his best friend's house, and Greg & Siri handed us a flute of bubbles did he get all giddy. For dinner we went to Ba Bar. Enjoyed some ambrosial Sai Gon chicken wings in caramel sauce, rice vinegar, nuoc cham, roasted garlic and bird's eye chili. Crispy Imperial rolls with country pork, wild prawns, mushrooms & fresh mint. Slow-roasted Duck Supreme with 5-spice, pineapple, nuoc cham and a fried egg. Grilled prawn vermicelli noodles. Beers, cocktails, a thick espresso.
Walked to Washington Hall, where I found out that Stub Hub is actually shit. Fell into a scheme where a seller makes multiples of a barcode; happened to be already scanned in...so, there we were, in the staircase of this beautiful building at a sold-out show and they're acting like I should have known that it's a gamble to buy through SH (which now I am), even though it was linked as the premier purchasing site for the event, and I paid full price. Nearly in tears, having driven all that way to be turned away, someone with sympathy let me buy "the only ticket left" and encouraged us to donate to the cause - we were in. Livid. It's one thing to have that happen on the off-chance at a local show, but to have it happen hours away, as a gift, was infuriating to me. Once calm, Gibbard was lovely. The flick of his long side bangs and towel drying the sweat from his face brought me back to listening to all of him: Postal Service, Deathcab, Independent en route to high school in my '86 silver acura integra with the flip headlights. An encore, ending with Into the Dark. Subdued. Informal. Relaxing.
Back at G&S' we wrestled with their bulldogs and listened to records before driving home in equally shite weather. In bed after 1 am. On a scale of 1-Nailing M's XMAS Gift, I'd give myself a 5.
Miles for the day - 12 + a whole lot of ass discomfort, an attitude check, and learning a life lesson
Saturday, 12/21
Winter solstice. In a flurry of last minute events, I've decided to hop back in the car and drive to Seattle at 7 am with 2Trainz & Allison for the late-to-know Pacific NW 5k Road Champs at Magnuson. We thought we might be able to win some $, so we went for it. I had originally planned a power hour at MP effort in the middle of a LR for the day, so it was a 180, but, as 2Trainz and I discussed, sometimes it's nice to just do something for fun, play with competition, change it up. I've been feeling a little moody, and I always get a boost from racing with teammates, doing team stuff, and just shaking up my routine, so even though I hardly slept and had a gnarly cold, I was into it.
If it wasn't entirely clear, we've been pummeled by incessant rain this week. "Relentless storm brings (nearly) 48 straight hours of rain to Seattle." We washed out several weather records; flooded rivers, landslides and standing water that closed roads. And here we were driving to Seattle, about to run a road 5k in it. Right hip still a bit jammed, but it evened out for the race. Started out feeling super cool (5:28), and then my body was like, Yo, marathoner, your gears are limited, and I fell back to some 5:44's, got my butt kicked, but held onto 2nd in sheer panic with the crowd calling, "She's coming for you!" as I tried to hold my position in a 400m straight line to the finish. The course was rollicking. Like 5k road cross with 90 deg. corner turns and steeple pits of collected rain. It was actually pretty thrilling aside from the no power thing. Post race we'd considered adding on a marathon-pace addt'l workout, but felt like sick, wet dogs. Opted to do a workout/LR combo tomorrow pending how I'm feeling.
Stopped for coffees, egg wraps, maple donuts. To 7 Hills Running Shop, which is very cool. Purchased some Spring Energy gels to try out for the LR tomorrow. I've been avoiding them, because I feel like I'll fall in love with them. Had a lot more errands to run, but stayed in for a nap and some good fueling for the day to try to eradicate this devil cold. I remember getting real pissy because 1. I haven't had wine for days and 2. I feel a good deal of guilt around the holidays when it comes to family. 3. I'm marathon training. 4. I thought having a kitten would be snuggles and playing and taking a lot of pictures, but def not making an instagram account for it and instead it's like we've acquired the devil where his pupils go black to the rims and he not only attacks but bounces off the attack for a 2nd & 3rd attack. This is not what I wanted. Also, I have to close the toilet lid after I use the restroom, which is something I never thought I'd have to learn to do, and now I feel sympathy for (M)en.
Miles for the day - 10.4
Sunday, 12/22
Woke up early for breakfast and a shot of cold coffee with whip before meeting BDP at the Goat for some LR miles. The rain let up for the first time in what feels like weeks. Had a good group: David, Kennedy, Nikki, Allison and celebrity guest. Went out 5 miles with them down Bay Trail/Interurban before heading back. After 10 miles I grabbed some water and the Cody Reed Spring Energy gel, and headed out for another 10 miles, with 8 cutdown to start. Focused more on the streets, on a route that had ups/downs. Felt surprisingly good, but what I found in training for the 1/2 this fall, was the back-to-back workout days elicit a good response, and yesterday was "just" a 5k at slower than my 5k pace, so it acted almost like a primer. Cutdown was: 6:57, 6:37, 6:32, 6:31, 6:24, 6:18, 5:58, 5:49. Not a wowawesome! but definitely a consistent effort. Cold is still rearing, but had good enough energy to get all my to-do's done. Feeling accomplished and happy with my energy level, which is better than how I started the week.
Miles for the day - 21
Miles for the Week - 86.2
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