Last week’s workouts (I had quadruplets of Poconos Loop x 2, and I named them Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday) were just what I needed to snap me out of marathon recovery phase. Jumper cables for the battery that keeps my motivation engine humming, if you will.
One of the first things I did when I got back to the office on Monday was to pop open my Outlook calendar and schedule in my runs for the week. Ah, that’s better.
Monday, I ran home from work, tired, sad, and grateful to be on the road, on my bridge, sweating and breathing and consoling.
Tuesday was booked for a morning run. Because I haven’t had any luck getting up early to run since eleven-two, I was extra-vigilant Monday night. I went to bed earlier than usual, and reminded myself how lovely the sparkle and hum of predawn New York is (as long as it’s not garbage collection day). Happily I was up with the alarm on Tuesday, refreshed and ready for my over-bridge-and-back 5-miler. The run itself was less than spectacular, but I remain encouraged by how congenially I roused myself at 5:45 AM. Once I start training for London, I’ll have plenty of morning runs to get through, so better for me to get back in the habit now.
After work, I had bevvies with cute-as-a-button TNTer SA at the Oyster Bar Saloon. As happy hour hummed around us, we toasted our respective Fall marathon successes (SA ran Marine Corps), and swapped training strategies for our Spring marathons (SA’s running her hometown race, the hilly Pittsburgh Marathon the first weekend of May). Add in a dash of mutual adulation over our TNT coaches, two glasses of wine and a bag of peanuts per, and my evening with SA turned out to be the second weight in the pair that pleasingly bookended my day.