What a hilarious decade. Jelly shoes? Trolls? “Blossom!” Lisa Frank? All great things.
But then the debate arose:
I got a lot of responses, so thank you for that:
I slept great last night, actually, despite having a way-too-full stomach and some alcohol floating around in there.
The plan last night was to go to The Spotted Pig for dinner with my friend who is very wonderful and two of his friends.
But they don’t take reservations and we weren’t keen on the hour and a half wait.
So we walked a few blocks and decided to eat at Casa, which was awesome. Go there. It’s in the West Village on an adorable street. I recommend the cheesy breads. They’re these wonderful little nuggets of deliciousness. That’s the best description I can provide.
Yes, I’m considering a future as a food critic.
So dinner was good but as usual I ate too much and then I had a stomach ache, and neither factor bode well for me during my attempted run this morning.
Fact: Drinking doesn’t make me a better runner. It may work for some people. I am not one of them. I only had two drinks last night and still got a solid buzz. When did I become such a lightweight?
Oh right. When I graduated from college and stopped throwing back a box of wine at a time.
Except not. Because my legs weigh 8,000 pounds today.
But that brings me to my point for today: I need to listen to my coach. I need to not listen to Ali.
Coach Cane = Smart Runner Man, Wants Ali To Become Good Runner
Ali = New To Running, Very Little Knowledge, Often Makes Stupid Decisions
The Hamptons Marathon is now just 44 days away.
That seems so soon.
Now is the time that things are really starting to matter. Early in my training I could get away with stupid things, like two-a-day workouts five days a week.
That’s not going to fly now.
When I started training, I felt fast all the time. I had some great races, set new PRs consistently and was having the time of my life.
Now, running feels hard to me. My legs feel heavy, my body feels tired and the physical strain of marathon training is beginning to take its toll on me.
But — and cue all of your little “I told you so” comments here — I know I need to cut back on the excess, stupid stuff, and just stick to Coach Cane’s plan.
Less is more, right?
Coach Cane warned me when we started working together that all my “extracurriculars” weren’t necessarily going to help my running. I told him about my love for spinning and other gym classes, and he said that was fine, but that if I want to become a better runner, my focus should be on running.
And yet I have continued to follow his plan plus my own little sneaky plan.
Now there’s a new plan: The Less Is More Plan.
To be honest, I eat a lot of crap every day. I follow every meal with something chocolate, followed by more chocolate. I refuse to ever diet or withhold delicious things, but lately I’ve been especially bad with my sugar intake. So I need to cut back just a bit on that, because pounding 12 handfuls of M&Ms right after lunch is also leading to afternoon slumps and headaches. So, less crap, more quality.
My long run route never really changes. I just do loops and loops and loops of Central Park. I loved mixing it up by running Summer Streets this weekend, and I’m excited to run in D.C. on Saturday. But I want to stray from Central Park more over the next few weeks and explore NYC and its bridge-y glory. New route = more challenging and more fun.
More…not drinking I guess. There’s no photo for that because not drinking isn’t super exciting. I’m totally fine with weekend drinking and glasses of wine every now and then. But if I’ve got speedwork or hills on the schedule for the following morning, a hangover just isn’t worth it.
Oh here’s a photo that works. More sleep:
God I’m beautiful. Classy, too. And obviously very comfortable.
And then, more energy:
Clearly very excited in that photo.
I should have just titled this post “Don’t be a moron, Ali, and take better care of yourself if you actually want to run 26.2 miles.” I’m not sure why I thought I needed all this photographic evidence. I always swear I won’t wear heels as often leading up to races, but that never really happens. Maybe during my taper I’ll commit?
Because I’m wearing heels today, and I’m fine with it.
I just need to be smart. I get it.
That means cutting back on the double workouts. They’re not needed. Running is my main focus now.
I will do what Coach Cane tells me to do and I won’t question it.
Become my dream? Fine.
My dream is to become a marathoner. So game on.
(Tonight is my favorite spinning class at the gym and I didn’t even bring my gym bag to work. See? I’m already getting better.)
TELL ME: What’s your dream?