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How was everyone’s weekend? Wonderful? [Yes.] Filled with running? [Yup.] Filled with ice cream? [No, sadly.] Filled with catching up on sleep? [Definitely not.]
I ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon on Saturday (Here’s the full recap.) and although the race didn’t go as hoped or planned, I learned a few good lessons along the way. Namely that sometimes, no matter how much you train and prepare, things happen.
I was disappointed that I had some stomach troubles during the last, oh, 10 miles of the race. But I’m glad I stuck it out. There were a few times along the course that I just wanted to quit. I didn’t see the point in forcing myself through more long, exhausting miles.
But I kept going.
So I’ll high five myself for that.
I’ve mentioned a few times that having a coach has really altered my training, running and racing habits for the better.
Even though I spent the first few miles following Coach Cane’s advice to go out slow, I was ultimately worried about letting him down. But he’s a pretty cool guy, and he understood.
Sweet typo, Ali. Preventing? Should be prevented. But I was tired.
Side note: If you’re not already a fan of Ali Run For The Rabbit on Facebook, you should be. I promise not to fill your News Feed with terribly boring updates.
Knowing that Coach Cane was OK with how the race went, and knowing that I couldn’t control the stomach factors contributing to my overall performance left me feeling not too shabby. I am also incredibly touched by all of the supportive comments I received on the recap post. People are nice.
On Saturday, after a long morning of running and subway riding (Coney Island is far from the Upper East Side!) followed by an afternoon filming commercials with JackRabbit in the Bronx (I’ll let you know when they start airing!), I was exhausted.
For some reason I had no post-race appetite. That happens sometimes, and I think it had to do with the fact that my stomach was so off during the race. I kind of just didn’t want to mess with it any further.
I proudly hung my new race bib with all the others.
I also ate roughly an entire tub of hummus.
And then I decided I’d put on my pajamas and have a glass of wine before going to bed at 9 pm.
But then I started talking to people.
And then, somehow, mysteriously, I was out of my PJs, drinking at a bar.
It’s crazy how that happens.
And then, somehow it was 4 am.
At which point I realized I had been awake for a full 24-hours.
Coach Cane had 4 recovery miles on my schedule yesterday, so despite my sheer exhaustion, I threw on some compression socks and hit the Bridle Path for a relaxing run.
I ran in the same clothes I had raced in the day before, because I am both lazy and disgusting.
I’m not sure how sold I am on the compression socks. My legs weren’t sore after the half, but I think that hot pink knee highs look cool, and I’d say that’s my main motivation for wearing them.
You can call me shallow. That’s OK. I can take it. I’m a sucker for flashy running gear.
I also still sometimes feel weird calling myself a runner, but in these bad boys I felt like people looked at me and thought, “She has expensive socks on. She must be a runner. Also, she is currently running. Which probably means she is a runner.”
Last night I had dinner with a friend. Somehow we didn’t end up eating until well after 10 pm, and it turned into another late night.
I’m kind of tired today.
One person at the office has already asked if I “feel OK.”
Translation: “You look terrible, Alison.”
But I am wearing a fun skirt. I think that helps with the puffy eyes.
Despite my sheer exhaustion, I’m excited about this week. I’m in a happy mood, and I’ve got some fun things to look forward to.
Like the fact that “So You Think You Can Dance” starts on Thursday.
I am a nerd.
For my next trick, I will see if I can get away with taking a nap underneath my desk without getting caught.
Have a great day, everyone!
TELL ME: What fun things are you looking forward to this week?