When August 1 hit, everyone was all, “OMG, it’s already August, I can’t believe it, summer is over, I’m crying sad tears, boo end of summer, wah wah wah.”
I do not feel that way.
I’m a little surprised that August seemed to arrive so quickly, but I’m fine with it. This summer has been fantastic, but it’s certainly not over.
Also, maybe I’m just a little eager for fall to get here.
Because this fall, I will run my first marathon.
I went to a spinning class yesterday and, as usual, the marathon was the only thing on my mind. I swear the rest of my life is on auto-pilot because this race is the only thing I want to think/talk/dream about.
During the final song of the class, the instructor shouted to “Picture the finish line.”
So I did.
I pictured myself feeling awesome at Mile 25.2, going into that final mile. I also pictured my parents being near the finish, and I pictured my dad jumping in with me (Are you reading this dad? Bring your sneakers. I’m going to need you.) and then my eyes got all welled up and I was like, “Holy crap, calm yourself, Ali, you are in a spin class and the marathon is more than a month away and you’re getting way too dramatic. Psycho.”
(Regarding photo above: my friend Christine made this for me after my first half marathon. They didn’t get a photo of me from the finish and I was so sad, especially since my dad had jumped in with me right near the end of the race. So she made this little gem. I’m especially happy the “Saved By The Bell” cast was able to make it to the race to cheer us on.)
But I think you get my point. I’m marathon obsessed.
Every day I spend hours thinking about how I’ll feel when I wake up on September 24. I think about what the course will be like and I think about the sights I’ll see along the way. I think about where throughout those 26.2 miles I’ll see my friends and family, and I think about all the food I’m going to stuff into my mouth after I cross the finish line.
I also think a lot about my pre-race and race-day nutrition.
I’d like to request a pre-race meal that’s exactly the same as what I had last night.
I was a
spoiled lucky lady last night and was treated to another home-cooked meal of awesome.
That’s what was on the menu: awesome, with a side of delicious.
Again, I cannot tell you how any of this food was prepared. I have no recipes to share with you or tips on how to make fresh pasta (because yeah, that’s what I had for dinner — homemade pasta, which I didn’t even know people did…I thought it all came from a magic box somewhere from a man named Bertolli).
But I can tell you that on an old episode of “Entourage,” E decides to rent a house from Sloan’s friend, and that results in many old feelings arising. It’s complicated.
My nice friend cooked dinner, which included some toasted bread with mozzarella melted on top, tomato and mozzarella plus the main course which was pasta, sauce and meatballs — all made from scratch.
Seriously, who does that? It smelled amazing for hours and tasted fantastic.
I went to bed with a happy belly.
And then I woke up at 5 am and my belly was still happy.
Pre-run dinner success!
Coach Cane had me scaling back on mileage this weekend. He asked for 12 miles — so I did 13, because I ended on a weird fraction number and I can’t stand not-whole numbers.
I ran on Summer Streets, which was so fun!
Summer Streets = Park Avenue (which eventually becomes Lafayette) is closed from 72nd Street all the way down to the Brooklyn Bridge. No cars. Just happy runners, walkers, cyclists and apparently the entire U.S. chapter of Team In Training. There were lots of them out.
I saw lots of familiar faces and the miles flew by.
I appreciated the frequent, temporary water fountains and even wrapped up the run in Central Park, where I caught some of the local track teams finishing their race.
I was excited to finish 13 miles in 1:55.
My average pace was 8:40 according to my watch. The poor Garmin was so spastic today. One second it told me I was running at a 10:10 pace, and I’d get frustrated because it felt hard, then it would jump to 7:30. So yeah. Who knows. I felt good though.
Now I’m resting up in my cozy bathrobe because I have big plans tonight.
A magical friend found out that I’ve been dying to take a trapeze class.
Soooo we’re doing that tonight, at Trapeze School New York.
I’m super excited about the class. It doesn’t start until 8 pm, so we’ll be outside, on the Hudson, trapeze-ing as the sun sets.
My mom is thrilled.
She thinks I’m going to die.
I hope I don’t.
Hope everyone is having a great weekend!