I have a feeling it’s going to be a great week.
But I may be biased, because I’m only working three full days, then I head out in the late afternoon on Thursday for a long weekend in Charlotte, NC, with my favorite bride-to-be.
That’s a few days away, though, so let’s talk about right now.
This weekend was one of those “best weekends ever” — the kind you look back on throughout the year and compare to other weekends.
I got to spend time with good friends.
(Thanks for the photo, Tina!)
I got to meet new friends.
Thanks for planning brunch, Christy!
While Saturday’s Mini 10K wasn’t my strongest race to date, it was probably the one where I learned the most. Thanks to Coach Cane and Mrs. Coach Cane, I took a lot away from this running experience.
And thank you to everyone who left such amazing, inspiring comments about the race. It was a tough one, due to both the humidity and my inability to keep up with my desired pace. But I think we can all agree that each race is a learning experience, and I’m going to be a stronger runner and tougher marathoner thanks largely in part to the races that don’t go as planned.
You know what else I did this weekend? Ate a ton of good food.
No, I don’t know if I added enough toppings. Maybe I should have gone back for more cookie dough bites. It’s hard to say.
I couldn’t let Emily & co. leave NYC without getting a taste of 16 Handles. It’s not like they had to twist my arm to go there.
After drinking a
glass bottle of wine, watching “Gossip Girl,” playing Apples to Apples for a while then eating more food, we were all exhausted by 11 pm on Saturday.
What? That makes us cool. Not lame.
Emily and boyfriend left super early yesterday, and while I was tempted to start my day at 6:30 am, I convinced myself to go back to bed. Enter 9:30 am — a much more respectable wakeup time — and I was ready for my shakeout run.
Coach Cane advised that I run 3–4 miles yesterday morning. “You will probably be exhausted after the race and won’t want to do more than that.”
“Oh really, Coach Cane?” I thought to myself. “You don’t know me. I never just want to run 3–4 miles. I always want to run double digit miles. Bring it on. Make me work hard. Game on. I’m hardcore. I love runningggggggg!”
Fun fact: Coach Cane knows more about running than Ali does.
One mile into my jaunt along the river and I was ready to call it quits. Turns out, I was tired after the race.
I may not have PR’d on Saturday, but yesterday it was clear that I still worked hard during that 10K. My legs were a little sore, but mostly they were just tired. They wanted a massage. They wanted rest. They wanted foam rolling.
So I ran four miles.
I took a break during mile three to look at puppies.
The rest of my day was spent cleaning, doing laundry and checking out the new extended part of the High Line Park (pictures to come later — my camera is currently playing this fun game where I say “upload” and it says “no”).
Sushi for dinner while watching the Tony Awards made for the perfect evening to wrap up a pretty fantastic weekend.
I was running behind this morning, so rather than put together something wonderfully creative to wear, I went with an old favorite:
Now I’m off to show Monday how much I love it.
Congratulations to all of the runners and racers this weekend. Whether you set a new PR for yourself, conquered a new distance or managed to smile at the start and finish (very important, if you ask me), you did something great and should be proud.
Pats on the back all around.
SOMETHING I’D LIKE TO KNOW: What’s the best lesson you’ve learned from a race? I got a lot of help regarding pacing and my form this weekend, but the best thing I took away was that each race has its own goal. The goal doesn’t always need to be to PR.
Also, as usual, tell me your weekend highlights. Best thing you did? Perhaps you took a little trip, or maybe you made a batch of chocolate chip cookies that you plan on sending me.