Do you know that brilliant scene in 500 Days of Summer where Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s expectations of an evening and the actual events unfold simultaneously on a split screen? (This is my first attempt at embedding a video clip, so I apologize in advance for whatever coding mess may or may not follow.)
That’s a pretty accurate portrayal of my training schedule this week. I entered my final week of pre-taper Broad St. Run preparation with high hopes – another 30+ mile week, a Wednesday interval workout, a voicemail from Ryan Hall begging me to pace him in London this summer – absolutely none of which came to fruition.
|Monday||3 m run + strength training||Walked 5 blocks to ShakeShack. Inhaled double Shack Burger. Walked home. An exhausting exercise all around.|
|Tuesday||6 m run||2 (whiny) m run on treadmill|
|Wednesday||8 x 800 5-K pace||3 m run and the consumption of entire loaf of cheesy bread with my favorite British bombshell|
|Thursday||4 m run + strength training||Rest, plus convincing my friend on antibiotics that drinking a bottle of wine was more important that curing her ear infection. I am a terrible human being.|
|Friday||Rest||10 m run to try to make up for a week of wrongdoings. Too little, too late? Perhaps.|
Friday evening may or may not have also included my second ShackBurger of the calendar week. Don’t judge me.
I’m not going to lie: I’m a little disappointed in myself, because I know the Wednesday interval training in particular is key if I’m going to reach the ambitious 1:22 goal time I’ve set for next weekend’s event. But I’m also trying not to beat myself up too much, because sometimes life/cheesy bread get in the way, and that’s OK too.
(And sometimes your favorite New York street artist seems to know you’re having a rough week and tags the sidewalk in front of your apartment at a serendipitously opportune moment. Thanks, de la Vega. I love you.)
Did your week live up to your expectations? I’m sure my brother’s did, since this morning, he brought home this blond beauty. I have never been so jealous in my life.