Oh where oh where have my friendies gone? It's Runner Girl Yee HAW (HAM?)checking in for duty!
Hello? Hello? Anyone home?
Well. Guess I'll talk to myself then.
I had a really deep discussion last night with Miss KT Bags, but neither of us can remember it. Not a lick. I remember she was teary on the train to work. I was psyching myself up and talking myself down from panic of future workouts. Then I was asleep. I suppose you can add sleep talking to the list of odd side effects of Ironman training. On the not-so-odd IM effects...hunger. Always. Hungry.
Seriously.
I almost had to eat my dinner (pizza) in the bathroom last night. I'm surprised we haven't thought this earlier....combining the true pillars of running - crap and food. (Eww. Gross) Either way - I was so hungry last night I almost couldn't go to the bathroom without eating. Logistically challenging, because I couldn't manage to eating without "going" first. Luckily Mr. M. wasn't around for this huge dilemma. Anyyyyway.....I'd intended to post on Sunday evening after one of my Most Incredible Runs Ever. Miss Cornbread and I had taken advantage of Saturday's warm, dry weather to get our bike TT in, which left all day Sunday for running. The thought of more CP loops had me loopy and I was really, really hungry. The Mr. and I decided to head down to Sea Girt for a nice boardwalk run and dinner at Rod's after.
Scene: 4pm, temps in the high 40's, breezy, but not unbearable. The ocean: perfectly smooth, sapphire blue reflecting the cloudless sky. I quickly settled into a nice,smooth pace, said farewell to the Mr. as he cruised ahead of me and just checked out. I ran for a while listening to the strikes of my feet and eventually added my headphones to listen to my newest run mix.
The longer I went, the better I felt and suddenly my 45 minutes was up. Time to turn around. Now the wind at my back, the beginnings of sunset streaming onto the sand and my legs getting lighter and lighter I head back to the car. Knowing Rick was headed my way, dinner at Rod's awaited, the music carried me through some old memories and helped to tie the moment to future ones.
It was over all too soon. Snapped by to reality by 2 high school girls on a walk. No longer was I flying, being chased by my love, soaking in a sunset. I was another sweaty middle aged (sort of) runner with sore knees and a growling stomach.
The "Top 3" run ended perfectly with a dinner at Rod's. It was St. Patrick's Day in Belmar, so the place was bursting at the seams. Seated at the bar, scarfing guilt-free nachos and clicking Guiness glasses with my husband listening to blaring Irish tunes - I realized the reality wasn't much different that the run....
Perfect.
1 comment:
There really isn't a better feeling than knowing you had a great workout. I've most recently come to the conclusion that my reply to people who ask me how training is going depends entirely on how I feel about my performance in a given workout. Relish the "Great Workout" feeling. We have a long road ahead of us.
KT Bags
ps. Are we the only ones who know how to share our most inner thoughts?
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