Archive for March 4th, 2008

Yesterday, I did an easy 9. It was a gorgeous, sunny, 60 degree day, though truthfully, only the first half of the run qualified as easy. The latter half was Flo vs. the wind – add to that the previous day’s 10K and the fact that 9 miles was my longest run in 3 weeks…I was pretty beat when I got home.

Then today, it was warm out again (how I love thee, oh shorts and tanktop) so in my mind, 6 easy should have been, well…easy. But again, I’m still spitting up little yellow chunks and my head is so infested with negative self-talk, like bon mots such as, “I need to rethink all my running goals, the downswing has stopped and now I’m fucked” kind of stuff.

Guess I’m not 100% yet; sleeping 10 hours a night and Nick made a fine point to say that if I’m still spitting up crap, my lungs are spending at least a little energy on things besides my fine aerobic system. I want to agree, but that doesn’t stop the endless hateful chatter in my brain.

I’ll be attempting intervals this Thursday, so that should give me a better idea of what my status actually is. I’m so hoping for a strongish session because I have a 5K on the 15th that I really want to do well at. It’ll be so disconcerting if, after a winter of great mileage, I can’t come up with any quantifiable improvement. That said, the 5K I most care about is in April, so I gotta give myself a break if this first one doesn’t kick it for me.

On to other, less whiny subjects: tonight, my dear friends Yvonne and Craig and Nick and I are going to Yvonne’s parent’s house in New Jersey, so that Nick and I can spy on their living situation while the parental units are away at their timeshare. Apparently, Vonny’s mom is a certified obsessive packrat and their stuffed-to-the-gills house and non-working van in the driveway (also filled with masses of stuff) must be seen in person to be believed. I consider it a museum trip.

Afterwards, it’s Sagami for the best Japanese food in the area. I stick with Tempura, sushi scaredy-cat that I am, but everyone insists it’s the best sushi around, so I have to believe ‘em.

Tomorrow, it’s a day off and then crossing fingers, Thursday shows me that I’m not all washed up. Yet.