Today’s Happy Note: Getting started on schoolwork. This is “happy” because it has been a big source of anxiety for me over the last few days and now that I finally have just started it doesn’t seem so bad! I will have lots and lots of reading this semester, some interesting, some not. Right now I’m reading about Harlem Renaissance Literature!
Marathon Training: Yesterday was a very lazy day. I ate a lot. When I wasn’t hungry. Then napped. Then remembered that I had to run five miles. Crap. Had to do it on the street because it was already getting dark. Boring. Sweaty. Came home and did 20-30 minutes of yoga. Felt better afterwards. Marathon training really screws with your metabolism/hunger cues. I want chocolate.
Sometimes I don’t even understand my thought process surrounding running. 🙂
Today I had to tackle 16 miles. It’s funny how sometimes a long run can be wonderful (like last week) and sometimes it can really, really suck. Unfortunately, this week was of the sucky variety.
I decided to sleep in, rather than waking up at seven on a Sunday (contrary to popular belief, I am still in college and sometimes I do partake in college-like activities on weekends….). This meant that I had to go to yoga before my long run instead of after. Meh. It was a really nice class, actually, although I probably tired out my legs a bit too much. I love when we focus on mediation and emotional balance in tandem with the physical asana practice.
I set out for the 16 miles right after yoga, heading down the Hudson river, around Battery Park City, and back up the East River. Thoughts:
Mile 1: Why do my calves hurt so much? Why are they so tight? I can’t think of any explanation for them feeling like this. This does not make logical sense. Oh wait, sometimes running makes no logical sense — I am running 16 miles and my friends are eating bagels and cream cheese in their PJs. Ugh.
Mile 2: Now my calves hurt and I have to pee. Okay, that’s sufficient discomfort to merit a quick stop. I peed (in a bathroom, of course) then did some calf stretches, which helped. It’s drizzling. I like drizzling. A little water never killed anybody.
Mile 3: Calves are easing up. Good. But now my hip and hamstring hurt. But not a lot. Just a little. I should keep going though.
Mile 4: Why did I decide I was going to keep going, again? I jsut ran four miles and now I have twelve more. Also, why is there a random festival taking place on the running/walking path?
Mile 5: There is clearly a sign that says dogs are not allowed in this part of the park. So why is your dog here? Oh crap, it’s raining harder. But I only have 11 miles left and it would be wimpy to stop now, even though the trajectory of the degree of raininess is clearly increasing.
Mile 6: I’m in Battery Park City, by lots of 9/11 monuments and memorials and such. This is very sad. I have never been able to fully organize my thoughts surrounding 9/11. I didn’t live in New York then, but I do live here now. I’m scared, sometimes.
Mile 7: Why in God’s name is anyone taking the ferry to Ellis Island and Liberty Island right now? Why is the Staten Island Ferry orange? It’s officially pouring.
Mile 8: the Lower East Side is unnecessarily confusing. When am I going to get to Houston? Shouldn’t I be at Houston already? Why can’t there be real beaches in Manhattan? I want to go swimming in the East River. That would be really gross.
Mile 9: I do not like running up stairs. I think my body wad not built for stairs — seriously, I get exhausted after a single flight. Damn UN tourists. Damn UN traffic. I don’t like the streets on the Upper East Side. The avenues should have been better organized. If I were a municipal politician, I would be so good at organizing streets. But I don’t think I would make a very good civil engineer.
Mile 10: Snacktime! I don’t like cranberry flavored stuff (I also do’t like tomatoes, beets, olives, pickles, ham, american cheese, or white chocolate) but these cran-razz shot blocks are pretty good. Like really sugary juice. What classes do I have tomorrow? Do they involve food? Maybe I should make my own energy gels with dates and stuff. It would be cheaper. And healthier. And I am far, far too lazy for that. It’s. Still. Raining.
Mile 11: I miss USB. Crap, I can’t miss USB because I saw him 36 hours ago. Pull yourself together, Caronae. Wow, the water is really swirly and choppy here. Good thing I took a class about the history of the city — I know exactly why it’s choppy! It’s because there are a bunch of channels merging in this area and lots of people have drowned here. I hope I’m not one of them. I hope this creepy man doesn’t push me over the edge. I can swim really well though, so at least I have that going for me.
Mile 12: There are many bridges on the East Side. I can never remember which comes first. My NYC bridge knowledge sucks. My NYC street knowledge is, however, excellent. For example, I know that the hill pathway under the Queensboro Bridge at 60th Street is closed; therefore you have to go up York Street to 63rd in order to cross over FDR drive and get back onto the East River Esplanade. sometimes I am so smart. Other times I am terribly, terribly dumb.
Mile 13: I want to eat a burrito tonight. Or maybe a taco. Something Mexican. Except I am feeling sort of queasy so that might not happen.
Mile 14: I am so soaked that my face is cold any I have officially gained about 7 pounds via the water that is weighing down my clothing. Yup, I can see my yoga pants flapping about at the bottom because they are officially too heavy to stay put. I am eating the rest of these shot blox now. There are lots of homeless peopler under these bridges and overpasses and archways and such. I feel bad for them. It’s rainy. I would give them my hot chocolate, if I had any. I should have some hot chocolate when I finish this.
Mile 15: I am pretty much dragging my left leg at this point. I look like one of those people struggling to finish an Ironman. Except I have only done 15 miles, which is approximately 1546 times less hardcore. Hip. Hurts. I hope this doesn’t derail my marathon training.
Mile 16: I have never loved the sight of Central Park so much. I am almost hooommmmmeeee. Except wait. There are three giant hills standing in between me and home. Yuck. At least there are more runners here, who are also soaking wet, so maybe I don’t look like such an idiot. I wonder what kinds of birds stick around for the winter. Definitely swallows. I always see swallows, everywhere. But not cardinals or robins or blue jays. Those only come back in the spring. But they haven’t left yet because there is a blue jay, right there. I think bird migration patterns are really cool.
End of Mile 16: This is the longest block of my life. Look, there’s the hospital I was in! I am glad I am not there anymore. I want to have some sunflower seed butter now.
There you have it, 16 miles of one crazed runner’s thoughts.
Food from the weekend!
A fig and hazelnut scone. Definitely…interesting.
That wrap was an excellent combination of TJ’s cilantro-jalapeno hummus, cheddar cheese, avocado, and yellow pepper.
Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. Blech. Morning workout, doctor’s appointments, work, class (yoga is starting!!!!), job recruitment meeting (with a company I really don’t want to work for but they would not stop harrasing me so I’m going because I feel bad), more class, activities, reading, laundry, dinner, more reading.
I need to remind myself to smile. Nothing is ever so bad when you smile. 🙂
Happy Monday to all of you, my loves!
Tell me about your weekend! And feel free to share any crazy-runner-thoughts, if you have them!