Badwater ended recently (although it feels like those of us trying to run outside in New York are experiencing our own neverending Badwater). Did you know that Deena Kastor crewed (on the DL) for Shannon Farrar-Griefer, the woman behind Moeben sleeves? (I love how the Moeben website features pictures of the sleeves worn for fashion, not running. I love their sleeves, but let's keep them to athletic pursuits.)
You heard it here first: Badwater is a crazy race that I do not aspire to, period. That said, I'm open to crewing for anyone who needs it. I'm awesome fun on road trips, I'm a hardworker, and I used to live in Egypt, so I'm down with the heat when I need to be. Any takers?
Also, in case you don't get enough of me here, once a week or so you can also check out my NYCM blog on NYCRuns. I'm supposed to do a weekly update of my training there (creating a narrative story of my training over the next few months that hopefully won't involve the words "can't" or "defer" - I'm starting to get nervous about the race, can you tell?). I have a very simple outline of things I'll likely write about, but if you have any suggestions, let me know.
Now, what did I do this week?
- Friday: ran Thursday night, so I took the day off.
- Saturday: Rest. 9-5 training all day and I lacked the will power to get up at 4:30am. We had some friends in town who swept us away to dinner right after my training, too. Lame excuses, I know, to disguise my bad priorities.
- Sunday: Rest, again. Turns out the highly-touted "24 hour" branches of my gym ALL close early on Sunday nights. This is NYC, peeps, and one of the biggest gyms in the city.
- Monday: 10.25m on the treadmill. My sister/coach gave me permission to truncate my scheduled 13 due to the heat and my race this coming Saturday.
- Tuesday: 3.5m on the treadmill.
- Wednesday: woke up too late to run and couldn't run at night, so I ran some errands on my bike instead.
- Thursday: 6.77m
I need to get up earlier, but I'd forgotten the fatigue of death that takes over when I up my training. Combine my sudden need to get 8 hours of sleep (and physical inability to get by on fewer than 7) with the fact that I don't sleep well with the AC unit on in the bedroom and you have a potent situation for Tracy Fatigue. I'm tired... always tired... and this likely won't abate until roughly mid-November.