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Everything About Today Will Be Great
It’s Friday, and that’s just the first reason today is going to be a stellar day leading into a phenomenal weekend. Positivity, people. Embrace it.
This week went by really quickly for me. It was productive, it included some great workouts and it included quality time with great people.
Unfortunately, this weekend also proved to be a bit of a challenge in the stomach department. Who’s tired of hearing about this by now?
Trust me, I’m tired of writing about it. I can’t wait for the day that I can write “I went for a run today and didn’t feel like my stomach was going to explode.”
Don’t be threatened by my sexiness.
After work yesterday I scooted to the Upper East Side to stop by JackRabbit (seriously, I go there every other day at this point — there’s always something I need or want), and then I went to the New York Road Runners office to pick up bibs and T-shirts for tomorrow’s 10K.
You know what’s awesome about a women’s-only race? You get seeded in a much better corral! Tomorrow, for the first time in an NYRR race, I’ll be in the second corral!
My speedy pal Emily will be leading the pack. Check her out. My hero.
I was very spoiled last night and got to enjoy a home-cooked meal by a friend in the neighborhood. Seared tuna with a side of garlic spinach? Yes, please!
Of course as soon as I finished the meal I felt sick and had to lay down for a while. Such is life.
I woke up this morning happy to have a rest day on the schedule. I slept in compression socks because my shins were feeling a bit tight yesterday.
So naturally when I went for a little stroll around the neighborhood this morning in my pajamas, I looked amazing.
I stopped by Lauren’s apartment to pick up an air mattress for the weekend. I love having friends on my street. She enjoyed my compression socks and bedhead look.
I’m pumped that Emily and her dazzling boyfriend are shacking up with me this weekend.
Said boyfriend is clearly excited, too.
I’m only working until 1:30 today, and then I have a staff lunch at 5 Napkin Burger. Yum! 5 Napkin used to be one of my favorites when I lived on the west side and I haven’t been in way too long. I’m not sure I can stomach a burger, but the entire menu is pretty excellent.
By the time I’m done eating, my weekend guests will have arrived from D.C. I promised Emily a trip to Lululemon so we can shop for race-day outfits, and later tonight we’ll be joining a whole cluster of great people for some carb-loading and face-stuffing in preparation for tomorrow’s race.
Have I mentioned that I’m terrified for the 10K tomorrow?
In case you forgot.
If my stomach cooperates, I’ll consider it a miracle. I’d really like a new 10K PR.
Shameless plug: If you haven’t done so already, check out my Run For The Rabbit Facebook page and give it a “Like.” I’m hoping to reach 200 followers today — I’d be the first of the six finalists to get to 200! (In case you forgot, I’m a bit competitive.)
OK, off to get some work done then get into Race Day Mode.
- If you’re running the Mini 10K in Central Park this weekend, let me know! Bonus points if you tell me which corral you’re in and what you’ll be wearing so we can play the “let’s try to find each other in the 3 minutes before the gun goes off” game.
- How do you mentally prepare for a race? I’m not feeling super confident about this one, not because of my training, but because my performance at the Brooklyn Half Marathon really got in my head. I hope my stomach cooperates, but I need to find something else to think about so I’m not so focused on my digestion misery.