Planes, Trains, and Running Shoes

I have a confession to make.

I tried really hard to get out of my long run this weekend.

I didn't want to do it...at all. I didn't want to wake up early. I didn't want to not drink at my friend's wedding. I didn't want to put my weekend on hold.

Guess what? I didn't do any of those things and I still ran.

I thought it was going to suck. I put it off until Sunday. I slept for 10 hours the night before, not getting out of bed until after 10am. I dragged The Pilot along with me for the first 3ish miles and right before he left me, I said, "This is gonna be tough."

It wasn't.

It's amazing how you can mentally psyche yourself out for something and it still ends up being amazing. The only thing that sucked about this run is that towards the later miles, I really wanted cold water...and when I stopped at a fountain on the National Mall...some stupid kid was there SPITTING...ALL OVER the fountain.

So I had warm water...but then I swallowed an ice cold glass of Nuun when I got home and everything was ok.

Last week, was a great training week. The first one that makes me feel like this is all really happening.

And you know what? I feel like such a badass this training cycle. I cut my typical 16 week training cycle down to 4. I don't have time to screw around. I can't afford to skip a run. (Don't worry, I'm taking rest days). But this time around, I don't have the luxury of time...and maybe that's what I need to kick my ass across the finish line in under 4 hours.

Here's how last week's training went down:
Monday: Rest
Tuesday: 4 brutal miles with strides followed by 5x5 goblet squats
Wednesday: 7 miles that felt *awesome* followed by 5x5 standing dumbbell shoulder presses and 3x12 standing lateral raises
Thursday: Rest
Friday: 3 easy miles at home
Saturday: Rest
Sunday: 15 miles at 9:45 average pace

So there you go. Today is Wednesday, and it's Week 4. I haven't run yet this week. Don't worry. I'll make it happen.