The Week of SUCK Running Continues

I really can’t blame fatigue or burnout this go round of marathon training.  If I was at week 15 of 16, YES.  Week 4 of 5?  Suck it up, Sally.

[ sidenote : can anybody explain to me why “Sally” is a nickname for “Sarah”?  Aren’t nicknames supposed to be shorter, or rhyme, or at least funny?  Don’t get it. ]

After Thursday’s Misery With Company run, I was feeling vengeful.  ‘ You stupid legs, I don’t have time for your slow nonsense!  And you, lungs, with your heart friend and all your blood pumping & O2 converting… you better get your shit together too. ‘

So Friday night I had a punishment run planned.  Horseshit to whoever says running has to be fun – that’s how I was raised.  You suck?  You run.  At least then you’ll be sucky but fast.  I could actually hear my high school volleyball coach yelling to line up for wind sprints.

Also, yes, this is how I spend my Friday nights.  Keep the LOSER jokes to yourself, please.  We can’t all be as cool as you.

So I sat on the couch trying to get amped up and mentally prepared for the hell Mr. Treadmill was about to wreck on my life.  Grabbed some trail mix – you know, for fuel.

–  Turned on the Daniel Tosh stand up I didn’t finish the night before.  Dude is FUNNY.  Continued to eat trail mix.

–  B comes home, changes, immediately heads down to the gym.  I told him I’d meet him down there.

–  30 minutes later : Still sitting, still laughing, still eating the mix of the trail.

–  Finish trail mix.  Suddenly feel like vomiting.  Decide to change instead.  Put on my biggest tempos and my fat shirt.  Finally waddle down to treadmill.

In case you need translation, the first face says, “I really hate that I have to run right now.  And that now there’s no more trail mix.”  The second face has no translation because I was too ass-whipped to have anything smart alec-y to say.  Success.

Also, if you didn’t know, running sprints and climbing for a full mile (.5% incline every .1 miles = 5.0%) will cause an unfortunate case of cross-eyed-ness.  Don’t let that deter you though, it went away after a few hours.  (That shirt is still drying, however.)

After all that I was pretty jazzed to do some cross training today :

Weee! Grease face!

What did you say about my helmet? Nothing? Thought so.

Thanks to my padded diaper shorts and a gelly seat cover thing I can ALMOST get through a ride without my crotch/ass begging for mercy.  I guess if I REALLY wanted a punishment workout I could have gone out sans any of the above.  That’ll teach you a lesson alright…

16 miles tomorrow – last long run of 5W2M!  “Taper” will sort of happen during the week, then it’s LA Marathon time on Sunday!  I’ll let you know once I get past the denial stage how I really feel about it.

Sarah Soon-To-Be