This week I learned that I really need to work hard on getting enough sleep if I’m committed to running higher mileage. Not only am I less functional, I’m also a raging emotional trainwreck. I didn’t get as much ancillary training in, I didn’t take my vitamins regularly, I didn’t do any of the dumb crap that I’m supposed to do that isn’t running. But I did manage to cram the miles in. Once again I’m defaulting to quantity over quality…maybe I need to rethink that strategy.
I still managed to get my butt out the door on Saturday for the single greatest event NYC has to offer: The Idiotarod. It’s a shopping cart “race” in which teams build their carts into amazing floats, then dress up in costumes to match their float and race other carts from bar to bar until there’s an amazing party at which all the carts are smashed. Our cart was dressed up like a trainwreck, even. Art imitates life!
Yep, I’m 35 years old, I act like I’m 17 and it’s awesome.
Sunday 10 long
Monday – 8 easy
Tuesday – runnus interruptus. It wasn’t meant to be.
Wednesday – 8×600, plus warmup and cool down for 6m, plus 5 at night. Total 11.
Thursday – 6 with the NYC Flyers
Friday – 6 – This was supposed to be a tempo run, but I pushed on Thursday instead of running recovery pace. UGH. I just wasn’t recovered and my legs felt like lead, so I let it slide and ran light.
Saturday – 3 easy.
Total mileage: 42