OMG NATIONAL RUNNING DAY! MUST WRITE INSPIRATIONAL POST ABOUT HOW MUCH RUNNING MEANS TO ME.
Studies show that .0000001% of the population observes National Running Day, which means by not posting this yesterday, I missed a really big opportunity to engage with new page viewer$.
Anyway, the last time you heard from me, I had nearly succumbed to a rather revolting illness, so I thought I should probably reassure you that I am in fact alive and well and still running.
I’ve never been that great at posting regular updates on my training. Actually, I’ve never been able to commit to any regular posts on this blog. Not even–GASP–posts about my baby. I think I managed to do four months of baby updates before I gave up. It’s not that I hate my baby, it just felt really awkward and contrived whenever I sat down and tried to write a formal update about her. I’m better off just letting the photos speak for themselves.
I think my longest streak was the Friday haiku series, which lasted approximately 16 weeks. Yeah that’s right, I’ve done more haiku posts than I’ve done baby updates. But in my defense, a 5-7-5 is a lot easier to come up with on the fly than all new information that makes your baby seem interesting to a bunch of people who mostly seem to hate babies. (I forgive you, readership!)
I’d LIKE to do regular training updates though, if for no other reason than hey, that’s a blog post! But the truth is that a) I don’t really do anything noteworthy enough to warrant weekly documentation. Ooooh, 35 miles a week! We got a badass here!; and b) I’m not even training for anything right now. My husband’s work hours are changing temporarily and Saturday races (so pretty much all races) are out unless I want to schlep the baby along with me or pay someone to watch her and yeahhhh, nah.
But anyway, so the running.
After a couple of lame weeks, I finally got my shit together (OMGZLITERALLY) and ran 36 miles last week. I wanted to do a long run, but I thought better of it (for once) and did some “light” (read: halfass) lifting at the gym instead. This week I’ve done 20 miles so far, including a really good (FOR ME) tempo and some speed work. You know, to prepare for all the races I’m not doing.
I also did 1750 yards in the pool this morning, which might be a record for me. It always amuses me how I can go out and run in circles for two hours but 30 minutes in the pool makes me want to kill myself.
Right now, the arbitrary number of miles a week I’d like to be doing is 40, but every time I get up there, my knees start feeling wonky (although two consecutive cutback weeks in a row has really helped). I’m trying to do at least two non-running workouts a week, which is probably the bare minimum to avoid injury, but I just can’t bring myself to do more than that. It feels like a waste of time. PROFESSIONAL RUNNER HERE, YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO WHAT I DO!
I’m also trying to run outdoors as much as possibly because I know it won’t be long before its painfully hot outside and temps are in the 80s by 4 a.m.
Gosh, what else has been going on around here?
We’re also trying to get the baby be outside as much as possible while we can. Another thing that happens in the summertime is that our backyard is overrun with fucking geese from the “lake” (read: retention pond) behind our house. Our neighbor’s house and ours get the worst of it because we have some big shade trees and flower beds where they like to shit and lay eggs. We’ve tried everything short of poisoning them, but we’re thisclose. Anyone have this problem? What works for you?
So we took her to the zoo on Monday, which was lovely. I know some people think zoos are evil but the one in Indy is pretty nice and all the animals seemed happy. I’m sure it’d be better if they were all out frolicking and shitting in my backyard like the geese, but we can’t all be so lucky. Anyway, the baby had a good time and that’s all that matters.
Another fun thing that happened at the zoo: somebody parked their car like four inches from our mirror and I had to like, suck in my gut and scoot sideways to get into the car. Don’t worry, I left them some hatemail. Because we were there first.
Have you ever left hatemail on someone’s car? Do you think my handwriting makes me look like a serial killer?