Workout: 8 miles, 5 tempo (9:33-ish), Pace Gloves
Sunny view from my office yesterday. I find that electrical wires and unintended reflections really make a photo pop. That's Wolverine on the left there!
Tempo Thursday! This one was a doozy. Did you guys know that "doozy" means both really bad and really good? How is that possible? Make up your mind, English! Is there any other word in our language with two opposing definitions? I can't think of one. Then again, I've got the lexicon of a middle schooler (evidenced by the fact that I just used "lexicon" instead of "vocabulary." Lexicon is such a middle school language arts word). So which doozy describes my run? Okay fine, neither. I just wanted to use that word. It's so fun to say! In your head, that is. Because speaking my blog post out loud would be cause for concern. I'd say I'm still about a decade/dozen cats away from that. Is this introduction sufficiently irrelevant and drawn-out yet? Yes? Fine, let's move on.
Apparently I'm someone who casually runs 8 miles now. Well, maybe not casually. Maybe more like, "If my plan tells me I have to run at least 7 miles and I'm still a mile from my car when those 7 miles are up, I'll jog the extra mile so my sweat-soaked-hair-turned-frozen-mass can thaw out sooner and I won't get hypothermia." Same thing.
I'm not sure what to say about this run. I managed to keep my goal pace (9:44) just fine, I was able to run on shoveled sidewalks instead of shifty powder (one of the benefits of this weekend's snowfall is that sidewalks previously covered in sheets of ice are now runnable), and I didn't experience any great hardship along the way. The only difficulty came that last 3/10 of a mile. A charming gentleman getting out of his car yelled, "Looking strong! Keep it going!" just as I hit 8 miles, so I obviously couldn't stop running until I was out of sight. Those 20 seconds blew. When you're mentally done with a run, going one more step is SO HARD. Let's not think about the fact that I'm planning to run 26.2 miles and .03 miles almost did me in.
Tempo miles were laps 3-7
So... remember how I'm going to Norway for work? Well, I don't know how it happened, but I'm going next (next) Saturday. That's nine days from now. I think my heart just stopped. To prepare for this trip, I've been employing the always-successful "ignorance is bliss" method and pretending I'm not going. It was working really well until I realized I had less than two weeks left. !!!!!
I'm wondering how this running thing is going to work over there. I doubt I'll be able to do much of it. Fortunately, I started marathon training two weeks early, so I can pick up right where I left off when I get back and not worry about being behind. But then again, the brothers Hanson are all about "cumulative fatigue," so I can't let myself recover too much, right? I obviously need to get at least a couple of runs in to maintain what I've built up so far. I'm also spending two entire Sundays (long run days) traveling, which will require some shuffling of runs.
I know it's not a big deal, but I HATE moving runs around. I wish I were cool and could go with the flow, but I like following plans exactly. I imagine what I'll end up doing is running long the Saturday before I leave and again the Monday after I get back (assuming I'm still upright). But maybe I won't. Maybe I'll go crazy and do a long run in Oslo the day before I fly back. I'm kind of nervous about doing a long run in an area I don't know, though, mostly because of the bathroom situation (have I made it clear what a freak I am about being within two feet of a dependable bathroom at all times? In Alaska, that bathroom is "the woods"). Or maybe I'll just become a hobby walker for the week.
The other potential logistical snafu is the fact that I'm scheduled to get back very late on April 14. Most schools ask that you inform them of your intent to enroll by the 15th. Although I'm pretty certain I know where I'm going to go, I still haven't heard about funding from my top pick, AND I haven't heard from three schools yet. There is a possibility that, should I not get funding from my top pick but get into one of those three with funding, I would choose that place. If I don't have all the necessary information until I'm in Norway, I don't know that I'll be able to give the issue my undivided attention. I'm sure it will all work out, but it's still a source of stress. Like, what if my flight's delayed and my computer and phone die?!?! These are the things that keep me up at night.
Let's talk about YOU:
- Are you stressed about life choices? I assume that's what "being an adult" feels like, but I don't like it.
- What do I do about my runs while in Norway? Guide me.
- Grad school question: in the long run, it makes more sense to do what you believe to be the "perfect" (and more highly-regarded) program without funding than one you're not very excited about that's offered you full funding, right?