Consider this your first of two ridiculously delayed Hamptons Marathon training updates. The first order of business is for Dr. Trot to wrap her little brain around how life so often gets so totally out of control?!?!
I suppose the answer to that question isn’t all that difficult, eh? It starts with the fact that Mon-Fri are packed with more “normal” work than a reasonable human being can handle and then Sat-Sun are packed with more “postdoc” work than a reasonable human blablabla…. And then you try to squeeze a few miles in here and there, and then a few more, and then god-forbid you have a friend or two, and then the rest of your life starts screaming at you… Summer times is best/worst for this. Work is exciting, but way to GD much, running is lovely but time consuming and oh my poor, neglected, yes still so understanding friends…
Sunday 6/15
A warm afternoon 6 mi @ 8:37/mi
It felt good to turn the legs over and was a pleasant recovery from Saturday’s rough long run.
Monday 6/16
rest
Tuesday 6/17
Another warm ~ 4 mi @ 8:19/mi
I was practically moving at the speed of light today! Happy Tuesday!
Wednesday 6/18
6 mi @ a comfy, non-Garmin-Day pace
Thursday 6/19
rest
(rest = drive up to CT for Dr. Annebelle’s wedding weekend! π
Friday 6/20
4 lovely morning miles in CT with the bride-to-be @ who cares min/mi
+ a mad dash first around the hotel room, and then back and forth between cars, around the house, up and down the street and then up and down and through the ditch in search of a purse, a wallet, two credit cards and a driver’s license who apparently do not prefer traveling via Beetle-rooftop.
In the end, Dr. Trot: 1, sissy (yet important…as is ironically so often the case…but never mind…) plastic cards: 0. π
Saturday 6/21
rest
rest = brunch, hair and make-up done, catered lunch, etc…
rest = rest today…until the party started And then rest = WEDDING!! π,
pictures, more great food, doube triple dessert, a lot of whiskey, singing, dancing, dancing, dancing, and dancing…
rest fueling and cross training day π
Total: 20 miles
Not a particularly great milage week but a damn good life week so I’ll take it. It’s not every weekend that you get to celebrate one of your favorite partners in crime tying the knot with one of her favorite partners in crime on an absolutely beautiful day (looking absolutely beautiful herself…of course)