drammatical

After a weekend of hibernation I was sure this morning’s workout was going to feel great. WRONG. Not only did I perform subpar I feel like I ran the Mt. Wilson trial all over again. My leg muscles are tired, my arms feel weak, my back can’t get out of its hunching over position and all over something hurts. Looks like the 3:1 isn’t happening this week. That’s okay though. I think I’ve been working very hard these last two months and as Coach E and Coach N have repeatedly told me, I must focus on the positive.

The plan is to take tomorrow off, BC Wednesday, try to make a CF session on Thursday and BC Friday. The ½ is on Sunday so Saturday will be a rest day. My goal for the race is 2:40. Originally I wanted 2:30 but I don’t want to beat myself up if I don’t get that number. Plus, after doing 10 miles on Saturday in 2.02 I think that an additional 3 miles is going to take about an extra 40 minutes.

Other thoughts… Even though I’ve been complaining about all of my shortcomings I am very proud of four very important people in my life that have all inspired me.

My husband N. Only after having knee surgery just two months ago he’s back at it. Plus, he’s better than most people I know! Always my biggest supporter and mentor. Never letting me down in any way and always pushing me to do better. He’s what keeps me going. He’s a true athlete.

My brother A. Who knew that dragging him out to a few 5K’s would have turned him on to BC. Every time I talk to him he has something to share from his class. It’s awesome to see how much he’s change in only a few months, both physically and mentally. Damn, he’s doing his first ½ this Sunday, then his first AR next Sunday THEN his first marathon in November. My baby brother kicks ass!

My mom. After all my hassling for her to get back to her walking and not excepting any excuses from her, A and I have managed to get her to her first 5K. This is a huge achievement for her and I’m very proud that she’s committed to it. I know this will be the first of many races to come. My mom’s on her way.

My friend R. Not only has she been a loyal BFF for many years this woman has always inspired me. I still remember when she dragged me to our first yoga class. Then I dragged her to her first CF class… The rest is history. R is on her way to becoming an elite CFer.

I’m still working on a few others but I’m sure I’ll get them to come around eventually…