it seems that all i do now is: run. work. workout. teach class. eat. sleep. what ever happened to taco tuesdays? wednesday dinner? thursday wine at pacific catch? friday happy hour? i should be having tacos, guac & cocktails tonight...
this tuesday, the countdown widget on my phone says i have 19 days left, so taco tuesdays must wait a few weeks. today my scheduled training is 6 miles, so i drag myself out of bed at 5am. no time to get ready and fuel up, so i grab a granola bar and get to the buddy run. everyone is doing 1x around the lake, since they are running nike... i'm trying to stick to the plan of 2x around. it's a good thing i have someone to run with me, else i would have done just 3 miles. i am starting to enjoy the running with people and some conversation. it's a bit distracting in a good way. we talk about nothing in particular. at times i think it makes me slower, but it keeps you breathing and going at a decent pace that is not too hard. first 5 miles were good pace... last mile, slowed down a bit, but we didn't stop.
got home. scrambled eggs. ate. showered and off to work...
it was not one of my favorite days at work, but let's just stay on the subject of my training. so i rush out of work late. my parking garage cannot locate my car and pull the wrong one out. i try to change while driving, but that doesn't work. best i can do is put my hair in pig tails. good news- superstar parking right in front. bad news- 7 minutes late and i'm in a dress. good news- one of the other instructors was there and did the warm up for me. i threw on my gear and started class. it was a little slower paced than last week, but a good tempo. 17 minutes of rounds on the bag with light weights and ab work to boot.
i close up shop and and off to visit the parents. i ended up staying later than usual since they were in a talky mood and my dad cooked for me. i was tired, so i just listened to them talk. at times it's nice to be home and just be their baby girl... until my mom expressed concern over me running in kauai... how it was hot... how i'll be dehydrated... how she's worried.
oh parents: if you don't visit, they worry that something is wrong. if you don't get seconds at dinner, they worry that you don't eat enough. if they think you work out too much (which i don't) they worry. but what matters is that they care and it's good to be loved.
i'm back home. it's almost midnight. time for bed.
i will have a life in 19 days... but my life right now is not bad at all.
6.2 miles
1:08 minutes
my brain doesn't work right now to figure out my pace... 11 minute miles?
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