I don’t remember the last time I slept in on a Saturday.
I definitely don’t remember the last time I ran fewer than double-digit miles on a Saturday.
Since training began for the very-quickly-approaching Hamptons Marathon, my weekends have revolved around my long runs. As much as I’ve loved cramming in these early morning miles — whether alone or with friends — today I got a nice little break.
I’m racing the Battle of Brooklyn 10 mile race tomorrow in Prospect Park, so Coach Cane’s plan for today was a simple 4 mile run, maintaining a 9:00+ pace, including a few pickups along the way.
Rewind to yesterday…
I ran errands after work, including a stop at JackRabbit’s Union Square store to pick up my bib and T-shirt for tomorrow’s race.
Worst photo ever, I know. The glare from the sun was not my friend.
Bib pickup was quick and easy, and the shirts we got are JackRabbit tech shirts, which is pretty awesome.
I then proceeded to cook dinner — mini homemade pizza and a crap-ton of Brussels sprouts — then spent some time with a certain wonderful friend. I was passed out asleep on the couch (yes, he moved me, good man) somewhere around 10:30 pm.
And I slept until 9 am this morning.
Maybe a little later.
It was shockingly nice letting myself sleep in without guilt about having to do a long run in the crazy heat. My body definitely appreciated the extra sleep and time with pillows and blankets (and a cuddle buddy).
I headed out for my delightful four miles around 10 am. I decided to hit up the last day of Summer Streets, which was maybe not the best choice.
It was so crowded!
I ran south all the way to Union Square and was so happy I wasn’t out for a hardcore run. I would have been super frustrated with the hords of runners, bikers and walkers.
Despite the crowds, I still enjoyed the run and the spectacular city views.
The best part of the run was when I got done and saw a dog that was the size of a small horse.
Today’s run wasn’t challenging. It wasn’t anything special. But it was fun.
After that wildly exciting morning jaunt, I ran some errands and was crazy productive. My To Do list took a beating today, and I had time to visit a newly engaged friend (exciting!) and see a movie (Crazy Stupid Love — it was cute though I’m embarrassed to admit that I cried three different times).
Now I’m in race mode.
I’m about to make some pasta.
Carbs are good.
Then I’m going to make my playlist, in case I want to run with music (there’s a chance I may not because I’m so crazy these days).
I’ll lay my outfit out (I Heart Sweat shirt, obviously).
I’ll attempt to get to bed early.
And then tomorrow I’ll wake up, I’ll run, I’ll hope to do well and I’ll head out of town for a few days.
Yes, my friends, I’m leaving NYC for two nights. If you need me, I’ll be in Fire Island.
I should also mention that despite the rushed, seemingly-calm tone of this post, I’m for some reason having a complete panic attack about this race tomorrow.
I have no idea.
Ten miles is nothing these days.
But I haven’t run a good race since before I started marathon training. The last few have been increasingly frustrating and discouraging. I really want a good race tomorrow, but I know there will be hills on the course and I’m already psyching myself out.
On the upside, it’s my first-ever 10 mile race, so I’ll automatically PR.
Mwahaha. I will beat you, Battle of Brooklyn.