Husband is nestled in bed, fingers rapidly tapping the keys of his laptop. Wife is readying herself for sleep: changing out of her work clothes, pulling back the bed covers and slipping beneath the sheets. She props herself up on the pillows, lifts a book from the nightstand and settles in for a restful evening.
Oh, are you not running tonight?
(He asks this innocently, but with a touch of surprise–this is clearly not the typical bedtime routine)
(She cuts him with a fierce side-long glare, pushes back the blankets and walks to the bureau. She dresses in her sports bra and outerware, laces up her running shoes, and with one final scowl at her mate, heads for the door)
(Not knowing what he’s said wrong and desperately trying to avoid making matters worse, he makes a tentative offering) …You look … cute?
What can I say? Sometimes I don’t feel like running. Sometimes I need someone else to keep me accountable. And sometimes that person gets the brunt of my frustrations. It’s a damn good thing I’m cute– no one would love me otherwise.
I’m happy to say that despite my less than stellar mood, Act II is decidedly more up beat. My assignment was 6 miles with 3×1600 at an 8:46 pace and 800m recovery jogs. Here are my stats:
6 miles in 57:45/9:35 avg pace
Lap 1: 10:20 <– 1 mile warm up
Lap 2: 8:37
Lap 3: 10:28 <– 1/2 mile recovery
Lap 4: 8:43
Lap 5: 10:48 <– 1/2 mile recovery
Lap 6: 8:22
Lap 7: 10:35 <– 1/2 mile recovery, 1/2 mile cool down
I should note that mile 6 was mostly down hill, while laps 2 and 4 were 99% uphill. The latter is why I ended up going faster than intended. I have a hard time gauging my speed when hills are involved and tend to overestimate the speed necessary to maintain my pace while climbing.
Today is technically a cross-training day, but Husband is not home to guilt me into action. I’m hoping that the 20 push ups I did this morning count for something because I think that’s as good as it’s going to get.
Yes, I’m completely unmotivated, but I’m trying not to beat myself up about it too much. Not only do I have to get up at 4am for this presentation tomorrow (holy crap, can I tell you how excited I am for that to be over?!) but I have the Annapolis 10 Miler on Sunday and I’m trying to rest up as much as possible without reducing the base mileage I’ve built up for the marathon. That and I’d much rather lay here and eat another bowl of oatmeal than get on the stationary bike.
Call me lazy or call me cute, it doesn’t really matter–I’m declaring it a rest day.