But I also have two weeks of travel that will take me from New York to Connecticut to Maine to Philadelphia (apparently you can't fly directly from Portland to LA, even though I'm sure that's a highly desirable route) to LA and back to New York. In order to make sure I'm managing to log critical miles and workouts in the midst of that cross country and back nightmare, I had to do some serious rejiggering of the workout schedule. And while I didn't exactly reinvent the wheel or anything, because of when I'm traveling and when I'd be able to get workouts in, I ended up with two intense weeks ahead of me. The final push before the taper.
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- 800s tomorrow morning. 800s are the worst.
- 22 miles on Saturday after driving to Maine the Friday evening before Labor Day weekend, which I'm sure will be a short and painless trip and which will definitely not result in my sister and me calling each other ugly/stupid/fat, because we're adults now (my Brother-in-Law is very much looking forward to this trip)
- 800s again next Tuesday morning on the local high school track in Maine. It's super depressing to be so old that high school boys no longer cat call me.
- 22 miles again next Wednesday, the day after 800s.
- Traveling literally the further possible distance in the contiguous United States: Maine to LA, by way of Philadelphia.
- 3 days of treadmill runs or smog runs in LA on a work trip. Fielder's choice.
- Taking the red eye home.
So, if at any point in the near future, you're wondering why I haven't responded to your email/Tweeted about the Giants abysmal preseason performances/updated my blog, there's your answer. Your patience is appreciated. (Not yours, Eli Manning. Stop wasting time in the pocket).
Oh, one last thing worth noting: when I realized my upcoming travel was going to be pretty tough on my body and psyche, I decided to ease up this past week (what was I saying about always doing all my runs?...). So last night, after I mapped this all out while drinking a beer and watching Hard Knocks and getting super fired up about athleticism and crushing things, I went for an easy run.
|I'm not saying having a beer beforehand helped my pace.|
But I'm not NOT saying that either.