Oh, hey there weekend. Its been too long since we hung out.
The past few weeks have been chaotic. This week was no exception. I worked 9-12 hours per day Mon-Thurs. And I always look forward to Friday– worst case scenario, I work a 8-hour shift; but I never stay late on Fridays. Okay, maybe “never” is harsh, but it’s like a religion, you just don’t do it.
“Welcome back” is two-parts. (1) Is because it feels like it has been far too long since I’ve seen Friday, although I know that is physically improbable, and (2) I went for a “normal run” last night. I realized on Monday night’s intervals, that I haven’t just ran 3 miles (easy pace) in the LONGEST time. Intervals/speed are rewarding for me. I love knowing that I only have to maintain a super-fast pace for 30 seconds to 2-minutes, then I get to rest (walk, jog, whatever I need to do to recover).
So, I ran.
No expectations I never have “no expectations”… I was expecting to run a decent 9:30 pace, but knew I’d probably shoot for my normal 9:00, probably push it a little hard, and ruin any plans for the night by getting high on my muscle relaxers. I have a prescription. I swear it’s not a problem…
Instead, I maintained a 10:22 pace for 2 miles in 100-degree weather. Then another 0.5 to round things out on the air conditioned treadmill. Treadmill felt so much better. Outside the air was hot and sticky, and my abdomen cramped, and breathing was labored. Inside it was easy to maintain a 9:30 pace. But that’s besides the point.
I walked back to my apartment, stretching along the way, and popped open a Dos Equis (leftover from a Mexican/taco night Dan and I had a few weeks back). Drinking my beer during my shower (yes, sometimes I do that), I waited for the pain and tightening to set in. It kind of didn’t.
Dan and I went to sushi. I got four rolls for myself (see picture below). Ate all of them, and my stomach hurt from the swelling. But it was delicious.
And my Saturday started. This morning began at 630am (What can I say? I get up early now). Dan and I drank our coffee. Then went for a swim. I got some great coaching- bend my arms more and keep my head low, just twisting it slightly. I completed 10x25m laps, then a few more (6?) 50m laps before someone else wanted the lane. Dan did a mile or so., in 30:00 (typical). I wanted to do more but we didn’t have time. But I felt great! I still believe I’m a natural swimmer. I just have to get it back again 🙂
So happy packing Saturday to me now…