Oh hello, Tuesday.
First, thank you all so much for the creative, original lunch ideas yesterday. For the first time maybe ever, I’m excited to go grocery shopping and stock up on some fun lunch things. You rock. I am grateful.
Today I would like to talk about a thing I like to call “Exercising Makes Me Superhuman” syndrome.
This is a real disease. It’s on WebMD and everything.
That’s not true. I’m sorry that I just lied.
But sometimes, mid-workout — whether it’s a long run, a spinning class or I’m in Tree Pose (one of the only yoga poses I can actually do) — I get these crazy thoughts in my head.
Last night, for example, I took a Chisel class at the gym. I sweat my face off, probably because the instructor had us kick off the class with 100 tricep dips off the edge of our steps (yup, we use steps — totally ’90s). After that class I was feeling pretty good, so I decided to stick around for the Cardio Tai Box class that followed.
Cardio Tai Boxing isn’t my favorite. It’s a lot of jumping around, and though I can keep the rhythm and remember the “choreography,” I am pretty sure I look like a traumatized idiot when I attempt a roundhouse kick. It’s not pretty. It’s definitely not graceful.
In the final 10 minutes of last night’s class, though, the instructor dimmed the lights in the studio. He turned up the crazy techno music and guided us through a super fast series of ducks, punches and jabs.
I stared myself down in the mirror and felt as badass as can be.
It should be noted at this time that I was wearing a lime green Lululemon tank top and still had makeup on from work. Hardcore? Sure, Ali. Sure.
Suddenly, I got this idea in my head that I should become a cage fighter.
As I went double time on the upper cuts, I seriously convinced myself that if someone put me in a cage with another woman, I could demolish her.
I left class feeling untouchable.
Anyway, apparently cage fighting is illegal or something, and many of my Twitter friends quickly let me know that it was a terrible idea.
So, you see, this is what exercise can do to you. Endorphins make you crazy. Sorry, Elle Woods. It’s true.
I woke up this morning to the sound of pouring rain with a side of thunder. But Coach Cane had a plan for me today, and I wanted to stick to it, rain or no rain.
The plan was to run 6 miles.
- Mile 1: Warm-up
- Mile 2: Half marathon goal pace + :15
- Miles 3 & 4: Half marathon goal pace – :15
- Mile 5: Half marathon goal pace + :15
- Mile 6: Cool down
My half marathon goal pace is currently an 8-minute mile. I did that in D.C. in March and would love to be able to cling to that for dear life on Saturday at the Brooklyn Half — but we’ll see.
Despite the rain, I did an OK job this morning.
(This weekend I finally learned how to upload my Garmin stats onto my computer. I have been obsessing over every last number ever since. What a fun game.)
After staring at the numbers for a while, I sent them off to the lab (Coach Cane’s email) to be analyzed. I’m pretty sure that in addition to my “I Think I Can Do Anything” disease, I also have “Inability To Run Consistently” disease.
Good thing I have a coach for the second one.
Now maybe he knows someone who can help me out with my cage fighting.
So the run went well. I felt good and pretty beat up by the end. I was completely soaked.
A few people have inquired about what to wear for rain running. I don’t even own actual rain gear, so I usually stick with a Dry Fit/technical T-shirt. It’s light enough that you stay cool and can still breathe, but it doesn’t get weighted down by the water. It’s also fun to wring it out when you’re done. I also recommend wearing shorts or capris that are tight enough that they won’t fall down. Once my capri pants got wet today I was constantly yanking them back up onto my waist to avoid plumber butt crack running.
Yes, I invented that term. You may use it if you’d like.
Even on gross days, I still love Central Park.
After this run, I again came down with a case of the crazies.
This led to a dance party around the apartment.
Which prompted me to leave really late to get to work.
“Sorry I’m late boss. Had an appointment…with myself…and the Book of Mormon soundtrack…”
Yeah, I don’t even dance around to songs that would make sense to dance to. I dance to wildly inappropriate Broadway show tunes.
On the walk to work I listened to “Unstoppable” by Kat DeLuna. In my head I was thinking, “Man, Kat DeLuna totally gets me. I am unstoppable. I can conquer the world!” The song is from the Shopaholic soundtrack so obviously it’s intense and hardcore.
Also on this morning’s playlist: “I’m Your Lady” by the love of my life, Celine Dion, and a catchy remix of “Thank God I Found You” by none other than Mariah Carey.
If those tunes don’t scream “I mean business,” then I don’t know what does.
Also screaming business/cowboy today is my outfit:
You may now judge me accordingly. Because I am clearly turning into a lunatic.
IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT? For instance, do you ever feel like you can conquer the world mid-workout? Or, if you know anything about cage fighting, feel free to talk about that, too.