Okay, so I thought…well, I’ve done one marathon. I did a great Half Marathon. I’m sure I can ease right back into training for my next cycle. I’ve decided. I’m doing the LA Marathon on March 21, 2010.
I haven’t blogged this week because I am exhausted. I didn’t think I would be so tired, but there’s a new sheriff in town, and you’ll notice him on my blogroll: Speedy Sasquatch. I talked with him on and off this summer when I was training my 9 year old for a 5K. He was supportive, friendly, helpful. I chatted on Twitter with him. I started noticing that this guy was serious. I sauntered on over to his blog, and was very impressed.
I wanted to do something different for this training, not because the TNT plan didn’t work. It did work. But, I have realized a goal, and I cannot believe I am saying this…again…but, I want a BQ before I die… maybe in ten years or less. And, I want to run Boston. Now, do go all *elite* on me. Like, how could YOU, a 50 year old Mom of 2, and basically lazy person want to do this? It’s not a bucket list goal. It’s something I started toying with as a serious goal.
Which means: serious plans.
I started working with him this week. He sent me the plan. Monday was off. It started Tuesday with 6×3 minute intervals. A total of 4.84 miles in all. I felt great. Kim and I were laughing. We thought we were fast. We had fun. Nothing hurt, nothing sore.
Then, I woke up.
Wednesday called for 4 slow miles. Which felt like lead. Part of my body that I didn’t even know I had were starting to ache. We had done plyos the day before, and you have seen nothing until you’ve seen two Moms doing the Running Man down the street. I’m sure the drivers were laughing their heads off. We were.
The 4 miles was done in 45:40 or something, kinda slow, but felt good.
Then, the bottom dropped out. He innocently asked if I liked coffee. Of course. Anyone who knows me, knows that Starbucks French Roast is a staple. I mean, I buy it when I go out of town. I also happened to mention that I like Diet Coke.
The hammer came down.
No more. STOP. IT. NOW.
I can’t repeat what I said to myself or outload at my desk when I got that email. I believe I even sent him an email begging for this ONE little thing. The answer was no.
I’m on Day 2. I’m hungover and cranky. My tongue feels like cotton, and nothing tastes right. I have 5 cases at home, and 2 I brought for my students.
I’m willing. I’m not happy about it, but I’m willing. It will take some time, but I want the BQ. I want to listen. Meanwhile, I really really want a Diet Coke.