|It is funny because that is the actual time I got up this AM|
What is it about the end of the year that makes me wish there were 34 hours in the day? Don’t get me wrong, if there were an extra 10 hours in the day, I’m assuming I’d walk around in some sort of zombie like state with a cup of coffee in one hand and a roll of toilet paper in the other (coffee makes me poo). But, with the extra 10 hours, I could get everything done that I wanted to each day and still have time for all of the reality TV that is backing up on my DVR at home. (I NEED to find out what happened on Sister Wives and must know which Dress she said Yes to!) Time is a precious commodity during the holiday season. Time to buckle down and focus on what really matters: Running and whatever my wife tells me matters.
Other than the normal
Now, I know what you are thinking "Seriously Adam, WHERE is the running talk!?" The reason all of that above is important? Poop. You see, when I’m busy I get stressed. When I get stressed, I don’t poop. It happens when I'm busy at work, when I travel,
- Monday had me running 9 miles with 7x800 at 5:55 pace
- Tuesday was a 5 mile recovery run
- Wednesday was off because I got home near midnight from work (and didn’t eat dinner)
- Today was a 13.1 mile run in 1:39:00. The first half I did at my normal pace and the second half was at marathon pace
So, I'm busy but I HOPE to get in 65 miles this week. I'm cutting back a bit on sleep (5.5 or 6 hrs vs the normal 7) but it is worth it in the short term to make sure that I stick to some form of schedule - and to keep me sane. While risky (increase of injury, increase of illness, increase of crankiness) has anyone else said F-you to Mr sandman and went out running?