I told myself I would get more sleep this week.
So far: Fail.
Really big fail.
I’m running on 4 hours of sleep and I’m going to go ahead and say it was totally worth it.
Did I was my hair this morning? No. But I got it wet and blow-dried it and that’s about all the effort I could make.
Yesterday was a loooong day. I kicked it off with a 6:15 am spin class followed by too many hours at the office (sans lunch break). I rushed home to change after work to throw on the lone “party dress” that’s still clean in my closet.
Well, it was clean. I put it on last night and was sweating within minutes.
Last night a handful of coworkers and I attended the New York City Dance Alliance Foundation gala at NYU’s Skirball Center. It was fun and fancy and we got our own escort onto the red carpet.
The event itself was stellar. Lots of young, talented dancers receiving much-deserved college scholarships, plus tons of awesome entertainment. Roberta Flack was the guest of honor, but I was more excited by the young kids, like the 11-year-old star of Billy Elliot who was so cute he made my cheeks hurt from all the smiling.
OK so why am I geeking out and telling you all about this? I’m not sure. I understand that it’s not super interesting.
But the highlight of my night/month/life: finally meeting (and gushing over and hugging) Lin-Manuel Miranda, the wildly talented creator/writer and former star of In the Heights.
I do not look my best. He was still nice to me. He thanked me for “all Dance Spirit does for the arts community.” Yeah, no problem, man.
This guy is amazing. He went to college, came up with an idea for a musical (the lead female character is named after his real-life fiance, who was his girlfriend at the time — wicked cute) and then he went ahead and Made. Shit. Happen.
He brought the musical to life and in 2008 won the Tony Award for Best Musical. High 5, Lin. Big high 5. You are doing an exceptional job at life.
He didn’t propose to me last night, but I’m pretty sure he plans to, via song, very soon.
I stuck around for a while at the post-performance cocktail party, in part because the people watching was so good and in part because there was a chocolate fountain.
I was asleep by 1 am.
Then my alarm went off at 5 this morning.
Coach Cane had me doing some speedwork today. Or maybe it was a tempo run? Who can keep all these terms straight? I clearly cannot.
I headed up to the Central Park Reservoir, where I would complete three laps of the 1.6-mile loop: Each time he wanted me to run 1 mile at a “sub 8-minute pace” and then slow down for the remainder of the loop. Then repeat. Then repeat again. Then try to breathe. Then try not to die. Then try not to vomit.
I told myself I would make this workout happen.
Usually during speedwork “challenges” I give up by the last lap. I start to feel sluggish, then I give up.
But it was a beautiful morning — perfect running weather. Cool, breezy, wonderful.
Off I went for the first lap: Almost immediately my watch clocked in at a 7:30 pace.
I didn’t maintain it the entire mile, but I hovered between 7:30 and 7:50. I stayed sub-8:00, just like Coach Cane wanted, the entire time.
Then I kicked off lap two. It was tough to pick my speed back up after slowing down, but I was still feeling good. I channeled my inner Lin and got it done. Again, I stayed under 8:00 for the duration of the mile. I even saw Dori while I was zooming around the Reservoir! She’s so easy to spot with that bright headband…
Lap three is where I really felt myself being tested. I was starting to feel fatigued, and for the first quarter-mile my watch wouldn’t budge from 8:09. There was a short period where I told myself, “It’s OK, Ali. You did a great job on the first two laps, and you’re still close to an 8-minute mile. Just hang onto this pace and you’ll be done soon.”
Then I was like, “OMG ALI NO! ALI YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS! Run faster, Ali! Wooooo! You can do this!”
And so I ran faster. And before I knew it, I was back into the 7:50 zone.
Then I was done.
Sometimes you just need to kick yourself in the butt.
As I was wrapping up my run — and by wrapping up I mean standing completely still, hanging out at Engineer’s Gate and people watching with a cute boy — I saw Kelly. It made me so happy seeing familiar faces out today. Yay early morning runners! And yay midday runners! And yay nighttime runners!
I am in a good mood today.
Can you tell?
Now, an announcement for my NYC-area friends…
WRITE THIS DOWN: Thursday, August 11 @ 6:30 pm.
Come to JackRabbit Sports on the Upper East Side.
I’m hosting an event at the store that night and it’s going to be fun so you should be there. Why, you ask? Well let me tell you a few things about Thursday, August 11, and what will be going down at JackRabbit that night:
- There will be trivia. Plus, prizes for the winners. Awesome prizes. I’ll tell you what they’ll be later this week because I’m building suspense. (Is it working?)
- I had T-shirts made and they’re awesome and I’ll be selling them in the store that night.
- 15% of all sales made go directly to my Run For The Rabbit fundraising efforts. So if you need new shoes, new clothes, new Gu products, new whatever, how about you wait until that night to make your purchase so you can get your goodies and send a portion of the proceeds to a good cause?
- There’s going to be free food.
- There’s going to be free booze.
- Coach Cane might show up. Don’t you want to meet him? He’s hilarious.
If that isn’t enough incentive, how about this: My handsome friend will probably be there. You can find out his identity.
Excellent. Fantastic. See you then.
TELL ME: What’s your favorite kind of run? Speedwork? Tempo? (Not that I know the difference.) Treadmill? Running on ice? Long run? I favor the long run. Slow, steady, always sweat-filled. I love it.