Boston is six weeks away. Six weeks! I'm not readdddddy!
To make it feel like I was actually training for something in spite of my ass-dragging workouts, I wrote out the key workouts for the next 6 weeks in my cute little Believe I Am training log. I'm following the plan I made for Chicago, but this time I'm going to try to finish more of the intense tempo workouts than I did for Chicago. I also stopped eating sugar, because I have no off button for sugar. Me + sugar = 5 extra pounds that just fall off when I kick the habit. March is a Whole30 month, although I modify the Whole30 to make it Whole30 + wine, because I like wine. And if I can't have sugar or processed food or wine, I'll probably do something stupid like pick up drugs or smoking or drinking hand sanitizer or bathsalts (I don't even know what that is, I just hear about how bad bathsalts are on the radio), just to have a vice. I had black coffee and a pile of dry-roasted mac nuts for breakfast today. Wheeeee.
I am not running the women's 10k on Sunday. I made a decision after the GAR debacle that I would not race over race weight again. It works out though, really, because I need the distance instead anyway. I did the mileage math this morning, and it turns out what I thought was a 45 mile week last week was actually 55. And that means that 65 is fine for this week. And 75 for the following week. I'll hit peak mileage 4 weeks out, when the kids are on Kauai for Spring Break, which is closer to race day than I've ever run high mileage before. This week I've run mile repeats, a tempo workout, and a few ten-milers, all before the sunrise.
When the Sunday morning race got canned, HK and I decided it was time for a staycation. So we're off to spend the weekend here, on the west side:
I was hoping it'd be a shell-hunting kind of weekend, but the wind and waves refuse to cooperate. So instead, we're packing the short boards and my wetsuit, and maybe we'll make it a surfing weekend. Or maybe we'll make it a pool-lounging kind of weekend. Regardless of what we do, the break is much needed. I've been a stressed out mess, because work and the kids' activities have been really busy and running has been crappy. I even successfully started an argument with HK on Tuesday. It was only our second fight in 3.5 years, because HK is impossible to get riled up. He's as reasonable, rational, understanding, and mellow as any person can be, but when I'm a big enough train wreck, apparently I can piss anyone off. We were fine within an hour, but still. If we're fighting, there's something off in our little universe.
Last west-side trip, I came home with this.
I'm posting this photo with my beautiful friends Shel and Haseena to show what happened when I decided I didn't like my forehead anymore in the midst of the super-stressed out disaster mode. I cut bangs, which wouldn't be a big problem, if they hadn't come out orange. I don't dye my hair. It turns blonde in the front from the sun on it's own. But it turns out that the part that's under the blonde when my hair was pulled back is orange. And now, I'm probably going to have to dye my hair to fix it. Or I could just start dressing like Strawberry Shortcake. Does anyone know if Kick a Ginger day is soon?
Finally, I found the best shirt ever for my time-challenged man. When I gave it to him, he laughed and said I love it! But you probably should have bought me seven. He is always late. I got it at Print Liberation, if any of you have a chronic late person in your life. You, Super Pacer, should probably buy yourself a week's supply, too.