I announced to the kids on Monday morning, “Daddy’s going to be in London for a couple of days. It’s going to be just us.”<\/p>\n
Doodles replied, with eyes open wide, “You’re not going to be able to run!” <\/p>\n
I choose to believe that, when he said this, he meant, “Mom, I’m concerned for your health and well being because I know that running makes you strong” and not, “Ack, Mom, when you don’t get to run, you’re a bitch on wheels!” Both statements, I fear, are equally accurate.<\/p>\n
I’ve been playing with my running routine, as last week a friend introduced me to Walden Pond. I mean, I knew it was there. I pass by it all the time. But I had never deigned to stop and swim. So last Friday at 5 a.m., she picked me up and we headed over. It was an unbelievably foggy day–we met with a friend who swims there every week and even she got lost in the middle of the pond–but the swimming was phenomenal. I’m a strong swimmer, but I’ve never loved doing it because, let’s face it, swimming back and forth, back and forth, back and forth… in a pool is about one of the most mind-numbing activities there is. It’s about equivalent of running on a treadmill (blah!!). But swimming in Walden Pond, that’s swimming! We were out an hour and a half that morning and then went back for another hour on Sunday. I could have easily and happily swam for twice as long. I was completely sore after, in a good way, and it was such a soothing way to workout. I think that next summer I’m going to add a triathlon into my summer racing schedule.<\/p>\n
Speaking of racing schedules, I’ve been following a training program pretty hard core and I’m having a hard time getting to speed. I can’t decide if it’s the extra pounds or the old age, but my motor is just not revving. I have two half marathons–the BAA<\/a> in October and the Maine Coast<\/a> in November–and I’d like to PR at one of them (I think the BAA is my best bet). The way things are going, I’m not sure it’s going to be doable.<\/p>\n Last week I ran 31 miles, including intervals and tempo runs. For the tempo run, I was supposed to run five miles at an 8:09 pace, but I couldn’t get my body moving faster than 8:20. And then the intervals. I really despise interval running. Every Monday night I think, “Ugh, gotta go to bed early so I can do intervals tomorrow.” Every Tuesday morning I drag myself to the track. This week I had a sudden revelation as I was dying my way through my interval of 1 mile-400 rest-2 miles-800 rest-2 x 800 that I didn’t actually have<\/i> to do intervals. No one was making me. It made me feel both better and worse to realize that only I was inflicting this pain on myself. And yet I keep doing it. Can’t help myself.<\/p>\n This week, with Adam gone, I’m deliberately taking it slow. The swim on Sunday. Yesterday, I ran after dropping Pie off at camp for five miles, and was so miserable in the 85 degree heat (today is day three of above 90 degree weather here) that I decided to take another rest day today. Tomorrow night I have a four-mile race, an hour swim on Friday, and a shorter long run on Saturday (I’ll probably stick to eight or ten miles). A nice, easy slow week meant to recharge the body.<\/p>\n And you know what else a slow week means? Bitch on wheels. Poor kids. Next week I’ll be running regularly again. And they can go back to having a (more or less) happy mom. In the meantime, hide.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I announced to the kids on Monday morning, “Daddy’s going to be in London for a couple of days. It’s going to be just us.” Doodles replied, with eyes open wide, “You’re not going to be able to run!” I choose to believe that, when he said this, he meant, “Mom, I’m concerned for your […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[15,37],"class_list":["post-100","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-running","tag-sporty-mom"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}