Monday, September 14, 2009
49 Days to NYC
I can't believe I am less than 50 days away. I ran a long run today of about 15 miles. It felt great. My pacing was on; I was taking it easy enough that I didn't burn out but not so easy that I had energy left at the end. Perfect. On one hand, I am happy that even though I am not running as much as I would like during the week, I am still able to increase my milage each week. On the other hand, I am freaked out that I still have soooo much milage to build up and only 6 weeks to do it in. Actually, it is more like 4, MAYBE 5 weeks since I have to take it a little easier in the week(s) leading up to the race.
During the run, I had planned my route to take me past all the TIFF (Toronto Int'l Film Festival) hotspots but as I glanced at myself in the mirror during a bathroom break at Starbucks at Yonge & Summerhill, I decided to change my route because if I was ever going to get the chance to meet any stars, it was not going to be while looking like a crazy-sweaty frizzball wearing the running equivalent of a toolbelt (3 waterbottles and a pouch large enough to hold my Blackberry, inhaler, and energy balls) and a soaking wet t-shirt smeared with the eye makeup that I apparently missed when cleaning my face the night before. I know. I sound hot.
Since the kids liked the frittata so much the other day, I planned on making it for dinner but then Billy ended up at Adam's for the world's best angus burgers and Maya had a falafel with Uncle Robbie and Len hates frittatas so I ended up with a very white, lazy dinner of Swiss Chalet chicken, leftover mashed potatoes, and green salad. The most exciting part about it was when I threw some cut-up cooked beets in the salad for colour. Party on!
Am back into What I talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami. It is the closest I have ever come to reading a self-help book. The things he says just make so much sense to me. I read this one section to Len that I interpreted to mean that you need to evaluate all of the elements in your life and prioritize the things make sense to you, that make you truly happy and if there are things, like staying up late or associating with certain people, that don't mesh with your life, so be it. It just makes such simple sense to me, like Billy's statement about just running as far as you can (see an earlier post for more on this). But when I read it to Len, he interpreted it as being selfish. It is funny how we totally interpreted this so differently.
I was also so happy to read that Murakami too, after more than 20 marathons, burns out within the last 6 miles of the race or so and starts cursing his body, the race, and his decision to enter his body in the race.