The insomnia has kicked in, I've convinced myself my left hip needs to be replaced, I thought about my next meal while I was still in the process of devouring an ice cream cone last night, and I've checked the long range forecast more often than I've checked my work email. Race week is upon us.
Number of Miles Run Last Week: 34. I hadn't remembered from last fall that this training plan has 800s two weeks before the race. It does, and that's rude.
Number of Beers Consumed Last Week: 0. 30 days dry. The desire still burns deep.
Types of Beers Consumed Last Week: n/a. I've had more club soda in the last month that I've had in the preceding 30 years.
This weekend's workouts were pretty good confidence boosters for me. I ran 13.1 on a hilly route on Saturday in 1:42 and never felt like I was pushing the pace. 1:42 x 2 makes a 3:24 marathon, which is my current PR. With a little race day adrenaline thrown into the equation, something in that vicinity should be pretty reasonable, even with a little pace drop off (let's be real - negative splits have never been my thing). And while Sunday's 800s seemed unnecessarily cruel, I was comfortably faster than 3:20 for each (3:10, 3:12, 3:08, 3:08).
This week is about sleeping enough, eating well, and not making myself crazy. I'll pop in again with further thoughts and updates, but in the meantime, please drink beers outside for me - this weather is killing me.
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So close... 7 more days!! I will have some beers outside for you.. while watching the Bruins in the playoffs. This week would kill me if I was you.
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