if by recovery you mean back to back runs, a bike ride and two ten mile runs. Oops. That’s one way to do peak Half training week. Cherry Blossom recap still to come, but short version: awesome weekend and I got to see Deborah and Coco! Life is good.
96.08 miles run in March. Slight increase over last year’s 94.23. I didn’t feel like I ran that much, but I guess I was just consistent. Thrilled with that given the return to hybrid. One day in the office didn’t have as much impact on my run life, so we’ll see what two days does.
283.99 YTD through March 31 (v. 272.39 last year)
Week of 3/28
- never miss a Monday: winter came back and killed the early cherry blossoms. It also killed any motivation to get up and run with an 8 degree wind chill so I ran after work. The things we’ll do in January that we won’t do in late March
- Tuesday: Whitney Biennial preview, which somehow never ended up on social. Good crazy week. The drinking bird was one of my favorites, and is actually Eric Wesley’s “North American Buff Tit”, but really enjoyed the whole exhibit and need to get back. It was a busy day capped off with the first preview of The Little Prince. Who grew up on the book vs. the TV show? There was no other option for my first Broadway show back since A Christmas Carol for my 40th birthday, and I’m glad I went. I felt safe in an all vaccinated crowd and my KN95. COVID anxiety is definitely a wave that I’ll be riding for a while.
- Wednesday: the reason for all our work chaos. First all member annual meeting since 2019 and in a new location for the first time since 2008 or so. Really proud of how it all came together. Staff, Board and our members were happy and our new campaign was well received. Excited and optimistic for this year.
- Thursday: office run group a casualty of a totally chaotic week, which was fine. I took a different route and ended up spotting this treasure at the Pool on the northwest side of the park. Thanks to Manhattan Bird twitter account (best pics ever!), I knew he was an American Bittern. The reason I went to the Pool was I couldn’t remember whether there was a cherry tree there, but then I spotted the birders and knew I was in for a treat.
- Friday: train to DC. Not remotely a rest day as I went scampering all around the Mall before meeting friends for dinner. National Gallery and its sculpture Garden, National Archives (finally, after four tries), Hirshhorn sculpture garden, Natural History Museum and Building Museum for the Expo. I LOVE this city.
- Saturday: morning walk followed by lunch with Deborah and Coco afternoon in Georgetown. Fun to explore new to me parts of the city. Was worried about how the heel would hold up. Answer? Sneakers. It was fine. When I got back to my hotel, found out a friend had arrived from Raleigh and was about to go to the American Art Museum. Rest? What’s rest?
- Sunday: officially “the reason” I came to DC, but really I’m an incurable culture vulture and the race was just one part of an awesome weekend. It was really just one part of a day. We had brunch post-race and after resting feet/charging phone I couldn’t leave a museum unvisited. And then once I was at American History, the Monument was there, and how could I leave without seeing Abe? My feet were so tired but it was a glorious day. So awesome to see the literal Star Spangled Banner after visiting Francis Scott Key part the prior day.
Week of 4/4
- never miss a Monday: I don’t run the day after a long race – except when I’m finally going to get the chance to do a Mall runrise after Coco has generously shared her photos. It was a quick hop from the hotel and a nice recovery run. My plans for the day changed and I still had a late train so after walking a bit, my feet said no more. I had a cookie sitting by Abe Lincoln and planned what I wanted to see and then I found the easy answer. Capital Bike Share to the rescue. Rest the feet and much quicker way to get from Abe to Iwo Jima Memorial (long time bucket list) and out to the tidal basin and finally back to my hotel to get my checked bags. Let’s just say I slept well on the train home. Magical weekend in a fun city.
- Tuesday: finally a true rest day. Some errands but no formal exercise beyond a Peloton class.My mind and body needed it.
- Wednesday: the transition back to two days a week in the office begins. Run commute is really not working for me, but wanted to give it another go. I took the train in the morning because it was pouring, but it stopped. I had some issues that were a combination of lingering fatigue/soreness from the weekend and backpack form, so this was a walk run. Would have been anyway with peak cherry blossoms. I have some ideas for how I’ll make running and commute work, but that’s a longer thought for another day. (Or, Song for Another Time, which popped into my head. LOVE Old Dominion).
- Thursday: office run commute a casualty of sleet in our face. Nope. Not interested. I walked in, which was nice balance. I am truly grateful for this regular option. I missed walking to and from work while marathon training because I always felt like I should be running, and then we weren’t in the office too much longer. It’s truly the little things.
- Friday: I think the best motto in life is Why not? when someone asks if you want to do something. In this case, a run after work along the East River to see how far south it was accessible with the construction. Answer? To the track at East 6th Street and that was a lovely change in surface on some tired legs. I don’t run this way often enough and I really need to fix that. Although I did it once last year en route to Wegmans, it gave me major marathon training deja vu. 4.5 miles to the track, five miles on it and then a run to the bus. 10.75 and Half training is d-o-n-e. I’m not ready for Brooklyn, but I’m going to have fun.
- Saturday: life is getting back to “normal”. Three sets of friends in this week for three different reasons. Lunch with one before plodding around Central Park with Darlene. The legs. They are tired.
- Sunday: maybe a run? Running Friday throws the routine off. So will Sunday so we’ll see. Spectate Darlene’s race.