A Marathoner

As of 9:41am, NYC’s 3^rd “Storm of the Century” for 2010 (insert eyeroll) has been yet another head fake.  Not surprisingly, over the last 48 hours the “accuweather” predictions by the dunderhead meteorologists have been reduced “1-2 feet” down to “3-6 inches” down to “dust to 2 inches.”  Nice work if you can get it.  Maybe in the tri-state and rest of the East Coast the forecast is closer to the mark, but as usual it was a complete miss here in Gotham.

The absence of snow certainly did not make this morning’s run a “walk in the park” (ha!).  In addition to adjusting to far more intense workouts, my body is completely confused about when it should be alert.  Tuesday and Thursday nights I am guaranteed to have a fitful night of “sleep” as I’m still jacked up from the speed work.  The intensity of this past Thursday’s tempo carried over to last night’s attempt at sleep too.  I went bed at 9:30pm (pitiful, I know) and was wide awake at 3am only to kind of doze off at 5am.  I was up again at 7am to head outside for a 7:30am run.

Unlike our weather friends, I accurately predicted a slow run and that is exactly what came to pass.  Recovery run time people!  I’ve discovered the true definition of a recovery run … “it’s a run when your body is only capable of going slow regardless of how fast you might want to go.”   Today qualified.  I did loops around the Bridle Path (1^st time a couple weeks) for 8.06 miles at 9:29 pace.  Good enough to stretch out the legs a bit and shake out lactic acid build up.  It was a decent run to loosen up ahead of tomorrow’s mid-distance LR.