Third Street

I’m constantly doing laundry, and I’m running out of soap!

These are my please-don’t-hit-me-with-your-car shorts.  Thus far, they seem to work.

Google is telling me I have a stress fracture.  FunnyRunner, with all the yogurt you eat there is no way that could possibly happen.  Right?  I know!  Greek yogurt is bone glue, is it not?  I have an appointment on Tuesday to find out for sure, but this seems textbook to me.

Here’s the thing: it doesn’t hurt all the time.  Shouldn’t it hurt all the time?  Errrrrrrrrrr.

It’s not like I have my first triathlon coming up in 47 days….or a fall marathon to train for….or some other physical activity that undoubtedly requires a foot.  

I remember waking up last summer at 4am.  I’d grab the wrapped PB sandwich on my nightstand and wouldn’t get out of bed in the morning until It’d been consumed as pre-run fuel.  Then head out to run a 22 miler.  I don’t remember what I did before a 12-14 miler.  Did I eat something?  Maybe a banana?  I have no clue.

So I’m heading out on a double digit run this morning armed with a banana and some Gus.  No breakfast.  I hope I’m not setting myself up for disaster.

Time will tell.

This morning I had a breakfast fit for a champion.  The Olympic rings on the Chobani label were a clear indicator that I was going to accomplish amazing feats.

Went to my favorite gym class, Body Combat, where I sweated up a storm.  There was sweat flying off my body.  Apologies to the people near me.

Then I decided to grab a banana and head out for a run.  HOLY HELL.  My legs wouldn’t move.  I felt like I was at mile 24 of a marathon.  And I was hungry.  So very hungry.  I would have killed a kitten for a pretzel.

With less than two months until my first triathlon, I clearly need to work on proper fueling and brick workouts.

or maybe it was my morning brain fog.  The instructor would tell us to “loosen it up” which I interpreted as “don’t be stiff”.  Nope.  She meant the resistance.  I ended up building my own personal Himalayan.  She had us sprit and I’m sitting there thinking “Lady, I’m never going to bike over Everest!  When are we going to dial it down a notch?!?”

I won’t be making that mistake again.

Ever.

I don’t know if I can handle marathon training, work, AND write my thesis.

I don’t know if I can mentally handle writing my thesis WITHOUT my beloved long runs.

I know it’s going to happen.  I can’t bench myself during PRIME running season.  The Brooklyn Marathon is starting to look real good.  I’m salivating over that race.  It’s a six loop course!  Who on earth wants to run a course like that?!

The search has already begun.