It’s Friday. Tomorrow is our race. We finished our training last night with a speed workout. Three 5-minute intervals at race pace. It was brutal. I’m really bad at feeling how fast I am going. I just run. We ended up going quite a bit faster than our projected race pace and Micah nearly left me in the dust, even though he was pushing the stroller and we were going up hill. Sigh. I don’t really know if extra speed is a bad thing, but I do have to keep telling myself to start out slow so that I can finish fast and not the other way around. I feel strange about being so wound up about a 5K, and yet, that was kind of the point. I wanted to push myself to do better and to take a short race more seriously. We’ll see how it goes. I hope I don’t choke. I also hope it doesn’t rain on us. Because as much as I love to run in the rain, I don’t love to race in the rain. Thankfully, weather.com is telling me it’s going to be sunny and beautiful, which will be a lovely change from the rest of this week.
Speaking of this week, remember how I planned our meals so perfectly and then almost got everything I needed at the store and then had to switch things around and then everything got messed up and then only two of my carefully planned meals have come to fruition? It really does make me laugh. Kathleen, I think I’m adopting your grandmother’s saying as my new motto: “Being efficient is inefficient.”
Also, a friend and I got asked if we were nannies today. We were told we looked too young to be moms. Maybe we look too young to be New York moms.
I lost Manchild 2’s pacifier as we were out walking. I found it sitting in the gutter several hours later. I was tempted to sanitize it and give it back to him, but Micah talked me out of it.
I’m going to a baby shower tonight. It’s an ice cream sundae party. As much as I feel like I’ve earned a little treat, I’m going to abstain. But my skin is feeling smoother and I am definitely more aware and in control of what I’m putting in my mouth.
And lastly, Paula Radcliffe and Kara Goucher had their babies last week — a boy for each of them. I concur with Kara’s evaluation that labor is harder than running a marathon (although I don’t run nearly as fast as she does). Congratulations to Kara and Paula and their families.