Been a while since I posted…sorry, chalking it entirely up to laziness on my part. So where do I start?
As I last mentioned, I had a long run of 16 miles planned on Thursday morning. Similarly to the previous week, I had brought all of my clothes and stuff to work on Wednesday, so that I could run long straight to the office and shower at the gym, cutting down on commuting time. I had a great dinner, autoset my coffee machine, went to bed at a good hour, set my alarm for 6:10 a.m….
You know when you kinda wake up before your alarm clock but you want to savor every last second of sleep? As I tried with every ounce of energy to fall asleep again since 6:10 is super early to wake up to begin with, I heard my roommates door open.
“That’s weird…why is she up so early?” I thought as I glanced at the clock.
6:46 a.m.?!?! I cursed at my blackberry for not going off. I double checked the alarm I set, because I do have a tendency to set it for PM instead of AM. Nope, all was good. Sometimes I guess it just doesn’t want to work.
I contemplated my choices…I could run 7 miles and get ready at my apartment like a normal day, or I could still head out for some sort of long run. I quickly estimated that I could get in about 12 miles to the office if I headed out ASAP. I thought that was better than nothing, so off I went for my 12.
It was a perfect fall-feeling morning. Crisp, cool, sunny…I thoroughly enjoyed my run through Central Park, and tried to pick it up towards the end to ‘make up’ for not being able to get in 16. As I ran, I thought that maybe everything happens for a reason: maybe my body just needed a little more sleep, maybe I wasn’t ready for 16, maybe since I’ve got 16-17 planned on Sunday I needed a break.
Whatever reason, it ended up being a great run and I was happy I was able to be a little flexible. I have a tendency to get really stressed out and upset when things don’t go according to how I’ve planned them and I have no control over it.
Lesson learned: Set MULTIPLE alarm clocks on Marathon morning!
Last night (Friday), I dedicated my night to being socially lame. And I loved it. I worked until 7 and by the time I got home and got myself moving, I headed out for a run around 7:45. It was a little dark, but the weather was cool. I ran in Central Park, with dozens of other extremely cool people running, biking and walking on a Friday night
I did 8 miles and felt good, all while taking in the gorgeous views of lit-up midtown that are visible from the reservoir and while heading down Cat Hill. Got me super excited for that moment I’m heading down Cat Hill, with less than 2 miles to go! Lame, I know.
Afterwards, I went to the gym for 30 minutes of stretching and core exercises, enjoyed a nice hot shower, and settled into bed with some hot tea and a leftover chicken enchilada to watch mindless television. It was such an exciting night, I fell asleep by midnight
This morning I woke up and I’ve just been laying in bed, watching some reruns of the Rachel Zoe Project and drinking coffee. What a life I lead! Today is my day OFF from running, and I plan on enjoying it thoroughly in this nice weather.
Speaking of weather, it has really started to feel like fall lately. It’s as if we got a perfect beach weekend for Labor Day, and then fall rolled right in. Really, it was over 90 degrees the previous week, and now we’re in the 70s! To celebrate, I started brewing some coffee I got from Target, Cinnamon Vanilla Nut flavor.
I don’t know what it is about the taste, but as soon as I drank it on my way to work one day this week, I felt as if I was back at Villanova. The cooler weather combined with the taste of the coffee (kinda like the cinnamon coffee I used to get in the dining halls?) brought me right back like I was on my way to my 9:00am class for the first time that semester, not like I was on my way to work as I have each day for the past 15-16 months. Weird how tastes and smells do that to you.
If I can’t actually go back to Villanova, at least a cup of coffee can take me there in my mind.