Day 54 of 130
Ks to go: 787
General mood: Pretty good
Running highlight: Need to run to have one of those
Equipment status: Well rested
Body status: Also well rested
Weight: Haven’t dared step on scale
This week, I got high – and it sure did make me hungry.
Taking a leaf from the classic Kenyan book, I forced my blood cells to work their little red tails off delivering oxygen to my tireless muscles while training at high altitudes.
OK, so I actually just got back from a ski-vacation. And… I didn’t run once. But I choose to think of this week as cross training – not a guilt-laden cross to bear.
Sure I could feel badly about the maple taffy and crepes that have taken up residence beside the Twizzelators in my thighs. Or, some might say, if I was really serious about cross-training I would have joined that nut-job snow shoeing up the mountain and not just yelled “That you Haruki?” from the cushy chair lift – FYI No response – but I refuse to feel badly about it.
Not only did my quads get a good work out, but so did my mind. This week I got seriously schooled in new visualization techniques.
Some say skiing is a form of meditation. Well, while swooshing down the slopes I saw it all: Me, crossing the finish-line, hand in a victorious fist-pump under the clock reading 4:19:30. Me, running confidently and smoothly past the 35K mark. Me. butt in the air, face in the snow, rental skiis in the trees, pink-coloured-crantini-drinking-smirking-snow-bunny-sitting-on-a-distant-pub-porch-laughing-her-designer-duds-off…
I’ve got a long run tomorrow. 26K. Considering all the pretend running I’ve done this week it should be easy. I’ll let you know.
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