Cheerio! You know what’s fun? When you wake up at 2:45am FOR NO REASON and are wide awake. Then when you fall back asleep at like 4am you wake up at 6:30am because you stupidly set an alarm thinking you’d sleep soundly through the night and go to an early workout class.
Love you so much jet lag. SO MUCH.
Smoothies always make 11.4 sprints better. Always.
The post-Barry’s hunger struggle is real friends. So real. Did you know you burn approximately 1,000 calories per class? An experiment was done with fitness trackers (FitBit, Jawbone and some other brand that I’ve honestly never heard of) and all were in the 950-970 caloric range. (That said, not free reign to go eat like 5 cheeseburgers.) With the intensity level of these London classes it doesn’t surprise me one bit. I’ve never worked so hard in my life. Anya let’s be besties.
Mushroom and spinach omelette the size of my face (with fresh strawberry jam on top – I’m addicted to jam ON eggs) and “bacon” which was actually grilled British ham but was so salty and delicious I really didn’t care either way what we’re classifying it as. And a fresh pressed green juice. Don’t kale my vibe.
Oh also – THE GIANTS WON. One more game and we’re in the World Series against the Royals. Let’s just do this, ok? We only win World Series in even years and I only marathon in odd ones.
Posey with 3 RBI’s. I knew he was due. KNEW IT.
But back to London. Before the night of zero sleep, my coworker and I wandered around Covent Garden to get her a laptop charger, while being thwarted by every dinner option we had. She had never been to Harrods, so I suggested one of my all time favorite spots, The Rotisserie for dinner. We arrived at 8:23pm. They close at 8:15pm but the store doesn’t close until 9pm. NOTED. (If they are open, you must go here, it’s been a favorite since college.)
Then The Good Life Eatery (determined to get there at SOME point). Closed at 7:30pm. NO DICE.
Then it started raining so we ducked under an overhang to avoid getting my wool sweater wet (not interested in resembling the aroma of a wet dog thankyouverymuch) which happened to house a restaurant – Gaucho, an Argentinian steakhouse in South Ken/Chelsea. We took a chance.
AND WHAT A CHANCE IT WAS. GO HERE.
Unbelievable filet. Roasted butternut squash. Sautéed kale. Baby gem salad. A menu of prime cuts of meat imported from Argentina. Where’s my Malbec?
So you probably read the title of this post and you’re like that’s lovely that you ate a really good dinner and it’s crappy that you barely slept. I really don’t care about your baseball team in San Francisco, so what does this have to do with running?
Well, um… this happened.
I may have been hopped up on FOMO runner’s high endorphins after Chicago last weekend. And I may have already mentally planned out my return to 26.2 in 2015. In New York. For that small marathon they hold each year.
So yesterday after chatting with a friend and realizing we both turn 30 in a few weeks and we both have yet to run a solid half-marathon and break our 20-something PRs… we sort of kind of pulled the trigger on a half. That happens to be 2.5 weeks away from this time. Did I mention I can be impulsive?
Ask me the last time I ran double digits, I DARE YOU.
I mean I did do double digit sprints this morning at Barry’s. I also know my fitness level is at a place it hasn’t been in quite a while (in other words, it’s GOOD.)
Strength wise I’m the leanest and meanest (while still remaining nice and not mean in every day life) I’ve ever been.
My running paces are the fastest I’ve seen them.
The whole endurance thing will work itself out right? RIGHT?
To prepare for this race I have taken the following steps:
1) Scheduled a “long” run while in London. Luckily I find running to be the best way to sightsee and see all my favorite spots. Aiming for 7-8 miles.
2) Have a couple more early AM Barry’s classes while in London (I can’t tell you what HIIT sprints do for your speed) and a couple of runs (3-5 miles) scheduled while I’m here.
3) Signed up for a 10K a week from Sunday in SF. It starts at 8am and it’s across the Golden Gate Bridge. (Jaime sign up right now.) This lovely race starts about ~2 miles from the apartment so I figured a 2-mile jog to the start, a 6.2 mile run, and a 2 mile jog home will do nicely for my “longest” run of this “training cycle”. The quotes are necessary. I’m practically grasping at straws here.
4) Brianna and I (running partner in crime) have plans to purchase obnoxiously bright running tights to wear with an obnoxiously bright top (and arm warmers, and hat) for said race so if I collapse along the course (more likely: practicing “shavasana” around mile 9, aka “lying down pose at the end of class” for you yogi’s) someone will find me before the Crissy Field coyotes do. They’re real, I’ve seen them. Also need to get a Garmin since mine is bigger than the circumference of my wrist and I’m also pretty sure it’s completely not-working. You served me well in 2011 but it’s time we move on.
5) Yoga. I swear I’ll go… twice before the 1/2. Swear.
Honestly? I feel pretty good about this race (both of ‘em). If there’s anything those hellish treadmill sets at Barry’s have taught me its that it’s ALL mental. And we all know the later miles in an endurance run are ALL mental. Physically I know my body can get me through. (Of possible interest: Overcoming Mental Blocks via Runner’s World)
Would I like to break 1:50? You bet. Is it likely? Not really. Will I be happy with anything under 2:00? Absolutely.
So, um, welcome back to the distance run Kristine. Let’s see how this goes.