This morning, Ivan was not over his sickness and taking him to the gym nursery would have been completely inappropriate. He was, however, completely stir crazy, so I hated it for him and me. I really miss going to swim, and I realize that my workout schedule has gotten me into a vicious cycle.
I enjoy going to swim, because I see my swim friends, and we talk all about everything. Even when I need to take time off swim, I want to go to see everyone and talk about fun things. Running is the same way, totally the same way. For instance, tomorrow I am not even supposed to do the workout at track practice because I ran a hard race on Saturday, but I am going anyway to jog on the track and discuss my performance at the Tom King Half Marathon. If I were taking Todd's bike classes, it could happen there as well. It gets to be this whole social ball of wax, so you go even when you need to stay home. THEN, where does it go from here? Are we all going to work out 24-7 for the rest of our lives? Is that possible?
I cannot worry about the social and workout implications of my future life and the lives of my peers right now. Right now, I need to tell you that I ran my first low heart rate run today as per the instruction of Mark Miller. It was truly terrible. It felt like a combination between walking and skipping, as if I might as well walk. It felt abnormal and it also felt slightly embarrassing, like I was afraid that someone would see me running really slowly and I might die of shame. Also, it took a long time: 32 minutes to run 3.5 miles. When I downloaded my heart rate info after the run, I realized though I felt like a turtle or a sloth or even a rock on my run, I was slightly above the prescribed heart rate.
The whole run was totally against my grain of "hop out the door, run three miles real fast, and get home to hit the shower". It was all around weird, and I had a lot of trouble holding my run back. Every once in a while, I would forget and just starting racing along, only to have to rein myself in.
I made it through the run and decided I needed to sit down with a coach and discuss exactly how much I need to hold back and how much I need to push between now and The Boston Marathon. For this reason, I set up a meeting with Richard Baker, our Triswami. He coaches my friend Missy, and I started out ahead of him at the Tom King and he beat me in the end. He clearly knows SOMETHING that I don't.
I then got in a Gilad session and a Yoga session, both of which felt great. Yoga is just so good for me. I spent the rest of the afternoon cooking up some vegetarian chili and listening to Pride and Prejudice. I am at the pivotal point in the book when Lydia has run away with Mr. Wickham. I am so worried for all the Bennets even though I already know what is going to happen.
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