Races wear me out – even when I don’t run them.
Yesterday, our store put on a Halloween-themed 5K. I didn’t race. Instead, I dressed up in a Cookie Monster suit and scurried around all day, assisting with whatever needed assistance.
I’m horribly bad at being efficient at stuff like this. At one point, it came to my attention that we needed some anchors for the legs of our tent. So, wanting to be helpful, I was all like, “Oh, I’ll just run over to the store and grab some weights and bring them back over here.” Which is how I ended up ferrying four 20-pound dumbbells across multiple parking lots, from one end of the shopping center to the other.
…in a Cookie Monster suit.
It probably looked like I was doing some sort of Crossfit for Furries workout, panting and sweating as I lugged the dumbbells across the parking lot in twenty-foot spurts.
But that wasn’t end of the day’s discomfort. Because one thing that I failed to anticipate when choosing my costume was that little kids were going to be ALL OVER THAT SHIT.
If you want to see me at my very awkwardest, just put a five-year old in front of me and watch the ensuing conversation. Little kids. How the hell do you talk to little kids? Maybe it’s because at least half of my brainpower is devoted to reminding myself not to swear, but I never know what I’m supposed say to them. And I usually end up saying something totally inane.
Gah. Kids. Come see me when you’re old enough to understand sarcasm. And buy alcohol.
Anyway, the race was a success. We had over a thousand runners. Nothing major went wrong. And it was kinda fascinating to be on the other side of a race, for once. I have a new understanding of and respect for all of the logistical stuff that goes on for even a small – in the grand scheme of things – race.
I came home and passed out while the clock still read single digits.
But not before having a beer, of course.
This is one of the more unique Oktoberfest-style beers I’ve tried. A lovely reddish color with a thick and creamy head, you can definitely taste the hearty rye in here, along with dried cherries and something a little warm and spicy – cloves? Pumpernickel? Complex and fun to sip on a chilly evening. 6.2% ABV.
Bottom line: Definitely worth trying if you’re looking for something a little different in the Marzen category! (Purchased at Total Wine, $2/12oz)
And because it’s Monday…a look back at last week’s training:
So, I’ve been trying to increase my mileage this fall. When I trained for Chicago last year, my weekly mileage topped out in the mid 50s. And while I didn’t necessarily feel under-trained when I took to the start line of that race, I certainly didn’t get the result I wanted. So this time around, I’m increasing the volume a little, hoping to go in to CIM in a little better shape for 26.2.
I can’t remember if I’ve ever run 60+ miles in a week. Probably not. But I have to say that my legs feel pretty great! I backed off of the speed-work this week; instead of doing a track workout, I turned my mid-week medium-long run into a marathon-pace tempo. It’s tough to increase mileage and build speed at the same time. (Which is reflected in a slightly slower average pace this week. And that’s fine!)
With five weeks to go until CIM, I’m planning on another 60+ week this week, then a slight stepback week, then one more week of higher mileage (and one more 20-miler, while I’m going to try to do early in the week) before taper time.
Happy Monday – and Happy Halloween! Anyone slutting it up today?