I don’t practice this all the time.
And am the first to admit it.
However, most of the time, I’ve got it covered.
Like on Friday night. I stayed in. Partially because I was zonked from happy hour the night before. Partially because I’m broke as a joke. Partially because I’ve got a 10k that I could be more prepared and this is my way of making up for it.
Whatever the reason, I did it. And fell asleep on my couch by 11:00.
Party on, Wayne.
Before I settled down to pass out for the night, I did go for a solid 5-mile run. It was at an 8:35 pace. My friend Annie, who is also running the Run for the Zoo 10k with me this morning, asked me what I was trying to run it in. Honestly, I haven’t thought about it. Maybe because of my current “funk” I’ve been in with running. My fastest 10k was last July at the Fleet Feet Women’s Festival at 50:40 (8:10 pace). Which was awesome. It was in the middle of my Rock n’ Roll Half training, and I was really hitting my stride (no pun intended).
However, I’ve stepped back from that mode (like… a lot). And my runs have mostly consisted of 3 or 4 miles at a more relaxed pace.
So who knows? I have no idea what I’m capable of. But keeping it around 8:30ish or under 53 minutes will make me happy. I think unrealistic goals of beating my PR from last year would just not be smart thinkin’.
What happened to my race mojo?
For real… where did it go?
Anyway, last night Annie invited me over to have a little pre-race dinner together and some craft time:We are running as part of the Lifeway-Kefir team and were given some t-shirts to wear (if we wanted to). I didn’t mind the t-shirts, but we decided to spice them up a little.
Because that’s how we roll.
Annie was also cool enough to make the pre-race dinner for us:When she mentioned salmon, I just HAD to have dinner with her. I’m terrified of cooking fish. Yes, I’ve been lectured on how silly this is. But I’m not listening. Too busy enjoying the salmon other people make me…
Anyway, here I am. Super early on Sunday. Trying to be smart and not drink too much coffee before I leave.
It shoots right through me.
I’d rather spend my time before the race stretching. Not visiting the porta potty multiple times. They’re gross.
Wish me luck! (on the race, not the porta potty thing)