See, I don't really drink. Rarely. Maybe an occasional glass of wine. On a special occasion. So yeah, three appletinis? On an empty stomach, too. Really smart. And what the hell kind of drink IS that anyway? It's can't possibly be for grown-ups. It tastes too good. I think it's for sorority girls.
I was drunk people. D-R-U-N-K. Of course I had to tell Number One Daughter about it, hoping to shame her. Didn't work. She thought it was funny.
I slept in late this morning, til 7. whoo-heee! and then, got up, went to work and yup, ran, 40 minutes. That was my punishment for being a dope last night. That, along with a nice 120 degree F 90-minute BIKRAM session after work. Which if the run didn't get rid of every last drop of alcohol, that class did.
My new coach (I have a coach!!) (who shall remain nameless until or unlesss s/he tells me it's ok) has said once more what EVERY SINGLE other person who knows anything about running has told me, which is: STOP WORRYING ABOUT SPLITS. I need to run a set amount of time each week, and gradually increase it. Plus, the new plan requires running four—four— days per week, for a set amount of time, to build a base. Which is a problem, because I can only run three days a week. Coach does not suffer fools lightly. Damn him/her.
Me: "So, I just have to run 40 minutes?"
Me: "So, you're saying I just have to run 40 minutes? And I can do it slowly? So technically, it can take me 40 minutes to run one mile?"
Coach: "Yep, as long as you don't walk."
Me: "Oh yeahhhh!"
Coach says all this time I've actually been doing speedwork without realizing it. Which was making me basically dread running, and you know, killing me.
Coach also says in addition to running four days per week, I need to bike one day per week, AND strength train one day per week. (Coach also fed me three appletinis, so coach is obviously not infallible.)
So this morning's 40 minute run covered about 3.5 miles (I honestly don't know ... ok, I couldn't help looking at the mile markers, but did NOT look at my watch.) And at the end, I was not hating it!!!!! I was not heaving and ready to hurl! Methinks coach is onto something.
Yes, I know I have said this before. Like 10 million times before. But this time, I really really mean it. No more splits for a while. I am breaking away from splits.