I’m happy to report that the calf is feelin’ better after a little soreness felt this weekend – hooray! I tested it out on the treadmill on Tuesday and ended up doing a 7 mile progression run (average 8:26 pace) and it felt great.
Sigh of relief.
Nothing like the threat of injury at this point in training to scare the beejezus outta you!
This morning I ran an easy 8.3 miles and it’s still feelin’ ok. Yay 🙂
It’s hard to believe that this is the last week of hard training before the taper begins.
And can I be honest?
I’m kinda sad about it. Granted, my body needs a rest like whoa, but I’ve been loving pretty much every second of all these early morning miles!
A lot of people think I’m sort of a nutjob for waking up before dawn on most days to get my runs in, but I really thrive on it. I’m a morning person through and through, and each day I wake up knowing I have at least an hour to run my heart out.
This gets me up more than any cup of coffee could!
I love how quiet NYC is in the darkness of the early morning, but the fact the Central Park is still filled with dedicated runners getting the miles in before starting their days.
I love that I can hear the sound of my shoes hitting the pavement.
I love that I can witness New York City waking up, ever so slowly, as the sun rises
I love that I can see the sunrise, and every day it’s at least a little bit different
I even love the occassional raccoon scooting around the park
I love the euphoric feeling (endorphins woo!) and energy I get from early morning runs, which are the absolute best way I know to start a day
Early morning runs don’t come without sacrifice – I’m in bed most nights obnoxiously early and any late nights out are few and far between. They’re not for everyone, but for me, they fit. And I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Something else I love? Food! Before I saw sister off to her bus back to Boston after our fun weekend, we enjoyed lunch at an NYC institution.
Why? Because I couldn’t remember the last time I ate a). a burger, b). French fries and c). a milkshake, and this needed to be remedied ASAP. Also, the delicious fumes emanating from my local Shake Shack had finally lured us in.
There are a handful of Shake Shacks in Manhattan, and there is always a line at every one, at all times. That’s just how they roll.
At least now I understand why.
I had a hamburger with lettuce, tomato, pickles and onion
AND sister and I split one of the greatest creations of all time: a peanut butter milkshake (ooooh yes)
It was pure deliciousness.
An excellent send-off for the sister, who will be back in oh, just about three weeks 🙂
Happy hump day!
Questions: What’s your favorite time to run and why? When was the last time you enjoyed a burger and fries??