CIM Week Six – More (but less) Running

Hmm.

Yeah, you have a point, Joanna. And when I thought about it, like, “Yeah, S, why aren’t you talking about anything but running running running?” I had a bit of a wake up.

Probably the same reason when someone asks “so what’s new?” or my coworkers ask “how was your weekend?” I find myself struggling to talk about anything but running.

And that’s not what OUaL is about. I pride myself on balance and having a life outside of running/healthiness/blogging. Remember? “It’s the life between the miles that counts”. It says so right on the top of the screen. But I’ve been doing a pretty shit job of owning up to that, I guess.

EXCUSE ME WHILE I PUBLICLY GO THROUGH A QUARTER LIFE CRISIS AND BRING MY BLOG WITH ME.

[/dramatics]

So this is less of a, “I’m going to tell you all about my life outside of running again!” promise, and more of a, “I’m going to start having a life outside of running again!” promise.

Hopefully. Any ideas for non-running things to do?

(don’t say beer. that’s covered.)

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CIM Training – Week #6

Su – Off day/cardio smorgasbord : elliptical, stairmaster (hello where has this been all my life??), “tennis”…

M – Rest, unplanned. Long day at office quickly turned into ass-on-the-couch, “woops there goes my running window”. So the planned 4-6 easy miler got scrapped. It’s fine. IT’S FINE I TOLD MYSELF. Fine. Relax.

T – Track : 2mi time trial (13:03). Gross, vomit-inducing, maniac brain games, too-long-to-be-a-sprint but too-short-to-be-distance torture. Good news is I ran 37 sec faster than last time (Feb) and didn’t expel any bodily fluids onto the track. Bad news…

W – Easy 6, 3x10pin cardio/8lb strength training…

oh did you know? oiselle – go fast take chances beat your husband in bowling

Th – Tempo/hill/easy/fartlek… a 7mile mutt, essentially.

F – Rest, planned

Sa – 18 mi LR with K & SR, aka the ProCompression Bobbsey Twins Triplets

Good pace and no “accidentally-tripped-and-hurtled-myself-into-the-bay” issues, thanks to good company and the fact K & SR blabbed most of the time and I didn’t have to try and talk/run at the same time. Just the creepy tagalong grunting about gross gel flavors and spewing sweat droplets every now and then.

SR, me, K. Pro on Pro on Pro

Speaking of gross gel I think I’ve finally got a decent grip on my in-run fueling. I’ve embraced stopping to refill my handheld – stashing a Nuun tab or two in a plastic baggie makes the warm nasty fountain water more bearable – and have been much better about watching the time and taking in calories before I feel I need them (because by then it’s too late)

= 36 miles

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And that’s that. Commence non-running talk next. Er, soon. Well at least maybe less of it.

A little.

Sarah OUaL