Getting back on Kilter

31 Aug

Ugggghhh, I don’t know when I got so regimented, but I have felt SOO just “off” for the past few days.  After last Thursday’s “meh” run, I went out with T and my best guy friend, Ben.  We had, er, a “few” drinks and I didn’t run the following morning.  Then, T and I boarded a flight to Asheville, NC for my dear friend Stephanie’s wedding.

We landed in Asheville, and I promptly got a voice mail from US Airways informing me our return flight on Sunday had been canceled.  We were not surprised, since NYC was supposed to get pummeled by a hurricane.  We decided to, um, not deal with it and instead spent the weekend in revelry with friends that included way too many drinks (mmm… wine) way too much delicious but indulgent food (mmm… mac and cheese) and not enough running.  More on that in a bit.

We wound up driving back on Monday.  13 hours in the car with my beloved was… interesting.  And mostly fun, honestly.  However, getting to bed at after 2 AM on Tuesday morning, then going into work yesterday, then going to running class last night was not awesome.  But back to the off-kilter/on-kilter and regimented thing, it actually feels GOOD to be back at work and back in my running routine again.  When did I become such a square??

Anyhow, yeah.  I had an 8 miler and a 14 miler remaining for my weekly mileage when I opted to not run due to hung-overedness tiredness on Friday morning before the flight.  Not ideal, but not the end of the world, I thought.  Running in a new city is always exciting!  So Saturday morning, I got up and off I went to crank out my 14 miler.  Well, it felt like… how do you say…?  SHIT.  I mean, this was the worst run I’ve had in over a year, definitely.  I don’t know why, but it didn’t help that I settled into a crummy mood almost immediately and stayed there for the duration of the run (which, by the way, wound up being 13 and not 14 miles.)  I hated everything on my IPod.  I LOATHED the freaking hills in Asheville (yeah, yeah, it’s beautiful, but good Lord it felt like hell) and I didn’t even like the area I wound up running in.  At one point I found myself running through some tunnel and when I came out on the other side, I found myself surrounded by a Greyhound station, just about every chain restaurant ever (Longhorn, Applebees, McD’s, Ruby Tuesdays, I’m looking at you) and then a mall.  Just not the pretty scenery I would have expected from Asheville.  (Side note– Asheville *is* quite beautiful, I just wound up in the not-so- beautiful portion.)  I wasn’t at 7 miles yet in the other-side-of-the-tunnel area, but I just couldn’t do it any more, so I turned around and ran back .  I wound up hitting 13 miles directly in front of my hotel, and though I’d been planning to run a half mile past it and then back, I simply couldn’t do it any more.  BLAH.  I don’t even want to say what my average pace was.  So lesson learned here was, uh… running continuous hills sucks?  I dunno, but let’s just say I’m glad my marathon is pretty flat.

So… that was Saturday.  That night, we went to the wedding, which was a blast.  Sunday, we woke up feeling not quite so fresh, went to McD’s (oh yes.. I’m telling you, it was an utterly shameful weekend) and did some other stuff, including fun tapas dinner with friends and more drinking, but NOT including getting in the 9 miles that I needed to.  I was quite obviously not busy and easily could have cranked it out, and even avoided the hills if I wanted to, since our hotel had a treadmill.  I just.  Didn’t.

Monday, we drove back to NYC.  Tuesday, (yesterday) as I mentioned, I went back to work on about 4 hours of sleep, and spent the day obsessing over the drinks I’d consumed, crap I had eaten, and the, oh, NINE MILES I hadn’t done the previous week.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still obsessing over it, but I’m telling myself, “Oh, my body needed a break.”  SIGH.  Whatever.   And by the way, my body did NOT need the amount of alcohol, fat, and general crap I fed it.  Just sayin’.

Last night I had class, during which we did 3 laps of the Harlem hills.  Since I knew we were doing 3, I tried to pace myself accordingly, but I think I held back too much in the beginning.  I’m training for my 10th marathon and STILL don’t know how to properly pace myself?  WTF?  Sigh.  I wound up getting in about 8 miles (I was slated for 7, but I figured any extra mileage couldn’t hurt after my less than stellar mileage last week.)  This morning, I hoped to do 12 miles– and even told my friend Jane I’d meet her at the park at 6:15, planning to already have run 6 miles by then–but I was up late unpacking and trying to get my apartment in order.  When my alarm went off at 4:50, I promptly snoozed it and barely made it to the park by 6:20.  Luckily, Jane is a peach and waited for me AND treated me to coffee afterwards.  ❤ her.

Sooo… what can I say?  Onward and upward, I guess? In the past, I haven’t given a crap if I’ve missed a run while training for a marathon, but after doing 8 solid weeks of Pfitzinger and having a pretty darn decent base before that, I’m annoyed that I let this happen.  But oh well.  Now, I have an 11 miler, a 12 miler, and a 20 miler to get in this week.  And I’m going away again this weekend.  Will do my very best to stay on kilter!

As usual, I epically failed on getting images for this post, but here is a pic of some wild turkeys that were just hangin’ out by the side of the road in Asheville.  I wish I had a picture of the sign for Shartlesville (and G-d knows we tried– no, really, we pulled over by the side of the highway at approximately 1 AM to take pics of it) but unfortunately the pics did not turn out.  Sad.

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One Response to “Getting back on Kilter”

  1. Lori August 31, 2011 at 5:39 pm #

    you’re still a stud in my eyes, KB!

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