After the race on Sunday, I decided there was NO WAY I would be ready for my first Half Ironman (Pumpkinman) on September 7.
But then I was thinking, I am training for the marathon starting TODAY (6.3 miles this AM), so the run distance will be covered.
I have agreed to ride long with my friend going to KONA two times before Sept 7, once on the Eastern Shore of Maryland (hopefully at least 70 miles) where we are going on vacation with my family, and once (or even twice) over Labor Day weekend in Vermont, as we are renting a lake house with friends. And I have other weekends without plans between now and September, too. So the bike is (semi) covered.
And I'm not really worried about the swim.
So the question is...WHAT TO DO!???! I really want to do it. Looking at the calendar, there aren't any other OLYs that fit into my schedule (am going to South Africa for work Sept 10-21). That takes all the really popular OLY in this area out of the picture (Mighty Hamptons (loved this race last year), Westchester (sold out anyway), Lake George Tri).
I don't know what to do. I think if I sign up for the half, I will train. I think I can physically do it. But do I want to 'finish' or 'race'- back to my mixed feelings about my race this weekend. But is 'racing' in the cards at all this season- I just don't know...
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Philadelphia Women's Sprint Triathlon 2008
Short Version:
Swim (1/2 mile): 10:41 (20 overall)
T1: 1:20
Bike (17 miles): 51:20 (19.9mph, 71 overall)
T2: 0:59
Run (5k): 24:27 (7:54, 98 overall)
Total Time: 1:28:45
15/97 F25-29 Age Group, 40/723 overall
Long Version:
I wasn't in the best mental state going into this race. I had a rough few weeks of workouts, both because of travel and in terms of being honest with myself about how my leg has been feeling. I realize now that in the two weeks before the race, I was on my bike a total of 3 times. I haven't been upping the miles as much as I would have liked with running either,so I wasn't quite sure what to expect in terms of fitness.
Being a sprint, I thought I could fake my way through an hour and a half and have a good day. I wasn't kidding myself that any speed would be there, but I thought I had enough of a base to enjoy the race. I should have learned last year from my miserable experience at the NYC Tri that not being at a place were I want to be fitness-wise will NOT lead to an enjoyable day of racing. My times and splits for the day are fine, especially with the amount of effort I have been putting in over the past few weeks, but regardless of times, for me, being FIT enough to RACE is the only way to enjoy a race. Lesson learned (hopefully).
Saturday
Went down to Philly with a good friend from college and was able to stay at her parents place about 20 minutes outside the city in New Jersey. Packet pick up was a breeze on Saturday afternoon, and enjoyed the suburbs on Saturday night, including some nice chocolate-dipped frozen custard. Stopped at Panera to pick up some bagels for the morning, and I had also brought a Peanut Butter sandwich from home. Got to bed early, and had no trouble falling and staying asleep.
Sunday, pre-race
Woke up at 5:10, had plans to leave by 5:30 as transition opened at 6am. We were in the 2nd triathlon wave and the race started at 8am, and I like to have ample time to get to the race, not stress about parking, stretch and warm up. My friend is the OPPOSITE, she would roll into transition at 7:50 for an 8am start, so she graciously agreed to calm my nerves and get to the race early. It also had looked like transition wasn't assigned when we picked our packets up, so I wanted to get there early to get a good spot in transition. On the drive to the race, I had a plain bagel and about 20 ounces of water. I wasn't nervous at all, and my friend and I were having a great time.
Got to transition, turned out transition racks were assigned, but our age group got a great spot and we were down in transition with LOADS of time to spare. Went on a quick warm up jog and stretched, went to the bathroom, and at this time it was still only about 7:15am. It was then that I realized I had only had a bagel and water to eat. I pulled out my peanut butter and debated- I KNEW if I ate it then, I would be tasting it during the swim and bike, but I also knew a bagel wasn't enough calories, even for a sprint. Decided to suck it up and ate the PB sandwich. Also had a Gu about 20 minutes before our swim wave.
Swim, 1/2 mile, 10:41
The swim was in the Schuylkill River, which felt about 100 degrees. It apparently didn't hit the temp were wetsuits weren't allowed, and there were quite a few women who did wear wetsuits, but I felt like I was hot just in my tri shorts and top, I couldn't imagine how hot it would have been in a wetsuit. It was a deep-water start, and there were about 100 people per wave. I had thought by looking at the wave assignments that we were in the first triathlon wave (2nd wave overall, the first being the Du wave), but I was incorrect. There was a wave before ours that consisted of 'bosom buddies' (whatever that meant), mother-daughter races (very cool!), and 'survivors' (breast cancer, I would assume?). However, once on the course I realized somehow some of the elite athletes (I believe the overall 1-2 finishers) were also in this wave. No biggie.
Our wave started without incident, the Under-19 age group was also in this wave, and this cutie 11 year old I had chatted with in transition lined up right next to me. She was very cute, and could tell was a little swimmer, and at that moment my ONLY goal for the entire race was to not let her beat me out of the water**. Now, think what you will about me wanting to beat an 11 year old, but this was a legitimate fear, because I know MY 11-year old self would kick my current 25-year old self's ASS in a 1/2 mile swim :)
Only about 100 meters into the swim, I looked up to sight and my hand and then promptely my FACE ran SMACK, STRAIGHT into a kayak. The kayak was sitting perpendicular to the swim course, in the direct line between the swim start and the first turn-buoy. After running into her, she yelled at me to look out. Hmmm...sort of think SHE was the one who should have been looking out, as she was in the MIDDLE of the swim course, but whatevs. Had to sort of doggy-paddle around her and get my speed up again, figure it cost about 10-20 seconds.
Felt fine in the water, not great, but not as sluggish as my Saturday swim, so all was fine. I could tell already I was missing that extra gear, and I wouldn't find it the entire race. I tried to pick it up a few times, but my body just wasn't responding.
T1, 1:20
I think my heart rate was the highest it was the entire race in my run from swim exit to my bike. No joke. Nothing of interest to note during T1. Had a bit of trouble clipping in/mounting my my bike, think about 2 women in my age group passed me as I fumbled with my clips.
Bike, 17 miles, 51:20 (19.9 mph average)
The bike course was a 2 loop, flat course along the river. You crossed over 2 bridges on the loop. I did not feel good on the bike from the start. Just didn't' feel comfortable- my ass hurt, my groin felt crampy, my legs had no power. Couldn't get my head in the race, and a few times I just downshifted and had to spin my legs and talk myself back into racing.
I am totally OK with people passing me on the bike. As a strong swimmer, and a not so-strong (weak?) cyclist, this will be a fact of my triathlon career regardless of how much time I spend improving my bike. But on this ride, it just felt like EVERYONE that passed was in my age group. Where were the 35-39 women who started in my wave? Where were the 30-34 speed demons from the wave behind? I tried not to let it get to me, but it definitely got a bit discouraging to be working as hard as I was, not getting the speed out of my legs I wanted, and be passed by women FLYING by (some in packs...grrr) at 25+ mph like I was standing still (and I was still going about 20 mph!).
Took in one bottle during the ride, 20 ounces of water with 1 Nuun tablet. This equals ZERO calories. I know that nutrition shouldn't be TOO important for a sprint, but it was plain silly of me to take in no calories on the bike. I have no idea what i was thinking. Apparently, I wasn't.
T2, 0:59
As I was riding to the dismount line for the bike, some race officiall yelled at my that I need new brakes (yes, my brakes are very loose and I actually like them like that...safest thing? No.). But, really buddy, how is telling me that in the middle of a race going to be helpful? Felt like I had a good transition, looking back, I would say this is the highlight of the race :)
Run, 5k, 24:27 (7:54 pace)
I don't want to dwell on the run. It was hot. I was hungry. I felt like I was standing still. I really tried to push the pace a few times (at the turn-around, at the 2 mile marker, at the '1 mile left' sign), but it just wasn't there. Like I said, T1 was the highest my heart rate got all day.
I felt EXACTLY the same as I did during the run of the NYC tri last summer. And I think all the same factors contributed: Lack of speed/run base miles. Lack of proper nutrition pre-race and on the bike. Bad mental attitude. Once I get down on myself on the run, no matter how fast I may be running, that's it. Towards the end of the run, my hip/butt/lower back on my injured side began to hurt and I was just VERY glad it was only a 5k run.
The aftermath:
Got some ice on my hip immediately after finishing. Got some yummy treats and hung around to see the results. Was back to the Jersey suburbs, laying in a pool by 11am :)
I think every race is a learning experience, and in the 5 races I have now done, two have been very similar experiences (this and the NYC tri last year), and I can only learn from them:
For me, RACING is what makes triathlon fun. This doesn't mean winning my age group, or even being 'competitive' in my age group, whatever that means. It means being able to respond when someone passes you on the bike or the run. Or to see someone ahead and be able to at least attempt to run them down. It means going into the swim wanting to be the first out of your wave and having it be a LEGITIMATE goal. I learned yesterday, the same way I learned in NYC last year (my first OLY), that a bit more effort is necessary to allow this to happen. I put the effort in after I got back to working out after my injury/trip, and I had the results I was looking for in Gold Coast.
So all in all, not a great race. But overall, I think I learned a lot. This experience is also going to force some major reflections as I plan the rest of my race schedule this year.
**Just in case you're wondering, which I am SURE you are... I beat the 11 year old out of the water....by 25 seconds! My life is complete.
Swim (1/2 mile): 10:41 (20 overall)
T1: 1:20
Bike (17 miles): 51:20 (19.9mph, 71 overall)
T2: 0:59
Run (5k): 24:27 (7:54, 98 overall)
Total Time: 1:28:45
15/97 F25-29 Age Group, 40/723 overall
Long Version:
I wasn't in the best mental state going into this race. I had a rough few weeks of workouts, both because of travel and in terms of being honest with myself about how my leg has been feeling. I realize now that in the two weeks before the race, I was on my bike a total of 3 times. I haven't been upping the miles as much as I would have liked with running either,so I wasn't quite sure what to expect in terms of fitness.
Being a sprint, I thought I could fake my way through an hour and a half and have a good day. I wasn't kidding myself that any speed would be there, but I thought I had enough of a base to enjoy the race. I should have learned last year from my miserable experience at the NYC Tri that not being at a place were I want to be fitness-wise will NOT lead to an enjoyable day of racing. My times and splits for the day are fine, especially with the amount of effort I have been putting in over the past few weeks, but regardless of times, for me, being FIT enough to RACE is the only way to enjoy a race. Lesson learned (hopefully).
Saturday
Went down to Philly with a good friend from college and was able to stay at her parents place about 20 minutes outside the city in New Jersey. Packet pick up was a breeze on Saturday afternoon, and enjoyed the suburbs on Saturday night, including some nice chocolate-dipped frozen custard. Stopped at Panera to pick up some bagels for the morning, and I had also brought a Peanut Butter sandwich from home. Got to bed early, and had no trouble falling and staying asleep.
Sunday, pre-race
Woke up at 5:10, had plans to leave by 5:30 as transition opened at 6am. We were in the 2nd triathlon wave and the race started at 8am, and I like to have ample time to get to the race, not stress about parking, stretch and warm up. My friend is the OPPOSITE, she would roll into transition at 7:50 for an 8am start, so she graciously agreed to calm my nerves and get to the race early. It also had looked like transition wasn't assigned when we picked our packets up, so I wanted to get there early to get a good spot in transition. On the drive to the race, I had a plain bagel and about 20 ounces of water. I wasn't nervous at all, and my friend and I were having a great time.
Got to transition, turned out transition racks were assigned, but our age group got a great spot and we were down in transition with LOADS of time to spare. Went on a quick warm up jog and stretched, went to the bathroom, and at this time it was still only about 7:15am. It was then that I realized I had only had a bagel and water to eat. I pulled out my peanut butter and debated- I KNEW if I ate it then, I would be tasting it during the swim and bike, but I also knew a bagel wasn't enough calories, even for a sprint. Decided to suck it up and ate the PB sandwich. Also had a Gu about 20 minutes before our swim wave.
Swim, 1/2 mile, 10:41
The swim was in the Schuylkill River, which felt about 100 degrees. It apparently didn't hit the temp were wetsuits weren't allowed, and there were quite a few women who did wear wetsuits, but I felt like I was hot just in my tri shorts and top, I couldn't imagine how hot it would have been in a wetsuit. It was a deep-water start, and there were about 100 people per wave. I had thought by looking at the wave assignments that we were in the first triathlon wave (2nd wave overall, the first being the Du wave), but I was incorrect. There was a wave before ours that consisted of 'bosom buddies' (whatever that meant), mother-daughter races (very cool!), and 'survivors' (breast cancer, I would assume?). However, once on the course I realized somehow some of the elite athletes (I believe the overall 1-2 finishers) were also in this wave. No biggie.
Our wave started without incident, the Under-19 age group was also in this wave, and this cutie 11 year old I had chatted with in transition lined up right next to me. She was very cute, and could tell was a little swimmer, and at that moment my ONLY goal for the entire race was to not let her beat me out of the water**. Now, think what you will about me wanting to beat an 11 year old, but this was a legitimate fear, because I know MY 11-year old self would kick my current 25-year old self's ASS in a 1/2 mile swim :)
Only about 100 meters into the swim, I looked up to sight and my hand and then promptely my FACE ran SMACK, STRAIGHT into a kayak. The kayak was sitting perpendicular to the swim course, in the direct line between the swim start and the first turn-buoy. After running into her, she yelled at me to look out. Hmmm...sort of think SHE was the one who should have been looking out, as she was in the MIDDLE of the swim course, but whatevs. Had to sort of doggy-paddle around her and get my speed up again, figure it cost about 10-20 seconds.
Felt fine in the water, not great, but not as sluggish as my Saturday swim, so all was fine. I could tell already I was missing that extra gear, and I wouldn't find it the entire race. I tried to pick it up a few times, but my body just wasn't responding.
T1, 1:20
I think my heart rate was the highest it was the entire race in my run from swim exit to my bike. No joke. Nothing of interest to note during T1. Had a bit of trouble clipping in/mounting my my bike, think about 2 women in my age group passed me as I fumbled with my clips.
Bike, 17 miles, 51:20 (19.9 mph average)
The bike course was a 2 loop, flat course along the river. You crossed over 2 bridges on the loop. I did not feel good on the bike from the start. Just didn't' feel comfortable- my ass hurt, my groin felt crampy, my legs had no power. Couldn't get my head in the race, and a few times I just downshifted and had to spin my legs and talk myself back into racing.
I am totally OK with people passing me on the bike. As a strong swimmer, and a not so-strong (weak?) cyclist, this will be a fact of my triathlon career regardless of how much time I spend improving my bike. But on this ride, it just felt like EVERYONE that passed was in my age group. Where were the 35-39 women who started in my wave? Where were the 30-34 speed demons from the wave behind? I tried not to let it get to me, but it definitely got a bit discouraging to be working as hard as I was, not getting the speed out of my legs I wanted, and be passed by women FLYING by (some in packs...grrr) at 25+ mph like I was standing still (and I was still going about 20 mph!).
Took in one bottle during the ride, 20 ounces of water with 1 Nuun tablet. This equals ZERO calories. I know that nutrition shouldn't be TOO important for a sprint, but it was plain silly of me to take in no calories on the bike. I have no idea what i was thinking. Apparently, I wasn't.
T2, 0:59
As I was riding to the dismount line for the bike, some race officiall yelled at my that I need new brakes (yes, my brakes are very loose and I actually like them like that...safest thing? No.). But, really buddy, how is telling me that in the middle of a race going to be helpful? Felt like I had a good transition, looking back, I would say this is the highlight of the race :)
Run, 5k, 24:27 (7:54 pace)
I don't want to dwell on the run. It was hot. I was hungry. I felt like I was standing still. I really tried to push the pace a few times (at the turn-around, at the 2 mile marker, at the '1 mile left' sign), but it just wasn't there. Like I said, T1 was the highest my heart rate got all day.
I felt EXACTLY the same as I did during the run of the NYC tri last summer. And I think all the same factors contributed: Lack of speed/run base miles. Lack of proper nutrition pre-race and on the bike. Bad mental attitude. Once I get down on myself on the run, no matter how fast I may be running, that's it. Towards the end of the run, my hip/butt/lower back on my injured side began to hurt and I was just VERY glad it was only a 5k run.
The aftermath:
Got some ice on my hip immediately after finishing. Got some yummy treats and hung around to see the results. Was back to the Jersey suburbs, laying in a pool by 11am :)
I think every race is a learning experience, and in the 5 races I have now done, two have been very similar experiences (this and the NYC tri last year), and I can only learn from them:
- I need to be on the bike more. I always have the best intentions when it comes to this, but I need to follow through.
- I need to run more/get more base miles under my belt. I am really working on this.
- Nutrition is key. Not just during the race.
- MENTAL ATTITUDE. Once I get down on myself, or if I am 'feeling' bad, I'm done. This is not OK
For me, RACING is what makes triathlon fun. This doesn't mean winning my age group, or even being 'competitive' in my age group, whatever that means. It means being able to respond when someone passes you on the bike or the run. Or to see someone ahead and be able to at least attempt to run them down. It means going into the swim wanting to be the first out of your wave and having it be a LEGITIMATE goal. I learned yesterday, the same way I learned in NYC last year (my first OLY), that a bit more effort is necessary to allow this to happen. I put the effort in after I got back to working out after my injury/trip, and I had the results I was looking for in Gold Coast.
So all in all, not a great race. But overall, I think I learned a lot. This experience is also going to force some major reflections as I plan the rest of my race schedule this year.
**Just in case you're wondering, which I am SURE you are... I beat the 11 year old out of the water....by 25 seconds! My life is complete.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Second Sighting...
I saw my old friend the Spandex-Scrunchee Man on the 1 train this morning. Last time I saw him, he was wearing this:
This morning, he was sporting white spandex shorts, with black polka dots, a variation on the above tank top, and a white scrunchee. Unlike the picture above, which I took over my shoulder, I was able to get a better look, and he had some fabulous jewelery as well.
Swam easy for 30 minutes this morning, hoping to get me a bit excited for my race this weekend. Sorry to say, it didn't help. I felt sluggish and sore. Did few fast 50s descend that were OK in terms of time, so that was good at least. This hasn't been the best week in terms of work-out quality or mental attitude for me, so I am in a bit of a rough place going into tomorrow. On top of that, I am having a bit of trouble managing my expectations after the results of my last race. Last year, I went into every race with NO expectations, and am trying to keep that attitude for this weekend. I don't want to be disappointed in myself and my performance based on the outcome of the race. So my goals for tomorrow:
1. HAMMER the swim- this should be interesting considering I haven't had a really quality swim work-out in a few weeks, but I think I can suck it up for 10 minutes. Doing the race with an old college swimming teammate, so this should help motivate a quality swim.
2. LISTEN to my body. My hip has been 'talking' to me this week, and I need to listen. If I feel at all funny or not right during the race, I need to be honest with myself about the best thing to do.
3. HAVE FUN. This is an all female race, there are mimosas at the finish line, and I am in the first tri wave- all these things should combine for a FUN race and I need to keep the focus on that.
Ok, off to Philly, have a great weekend!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
PS-
I am racing this weekend.
And there are Mimosas at the finish line
....what could be better? How about being in the first wave, which means...MORE MIMOSAS FOR ME! Don't you worry about my priorities....
And there are Mimosas at the finish line
....what could be better? How about being in the first wave, which means...MORE MIMOSAS FOR ME! Don't you worry about my priorities....
Falling in Love- Wisconsin Style
Oh, how I wish this was the story of falling in love with a boy. But for now, falling in love with a City will just have to do...Madison. Almost like a boy's name, but not really.
My best friend and I ventured up to Madison from Chicago for a day of boating, corona-ing and general lounging. We have a few friends that live there, and I had never been, and actually had never realized how close it is to Chicago. 2 and a half hours after leaving Chicago, we were immersed in the quintessential Madison summer-weekend experience: the farmers market.
My best friend and I ventured up to Madison from Chicago for a day of boating, corona-ing and general lounging. We have a few friends that live there, and I had never been, and actually had never realized how close it is to Chicago. 2 and a half hours after leaving Chicago, we were immersed in the quintessential Madison summer-weekend experience: the farmers market.
This market is open every Saturday morning in the spring through fall and surrounds the Capital building on all four sides. Amazing vendors selling various locally grown things, plants, arts, etc, including the world's most amazing spicy cheese bread I have ever tasted. There was also an abundance of cheese curd, which I resisted trying, lord knows I need yet another incredibly unhealthy food to crave.After a stroll around the market, we headed about 20 minutes outside of Madison for an afternoon on a Pontoon Boat. The rest of my day consisted of amazing views, way too many coronas, and one very competitive cannonball contest.
(hi all- this is the first pic I have put up of me..hello!)
Taking it all in...
Bombs away!!
As the day went on, I realized how much I LOVED Madison. It was big enough to have a 'city' feel, but definitely had a smaller city charm about it. There were people outside everywhere, biking, hiking, boating. I am sure it helped that it was a holiday weekend with perfect weather. After dinner (and more Corona), we headed to the 'Terrace' to watch the sunset and play some card games. There is a terrace attached to the University of Wisconsin's student union with a sunset over the lake that could rival the tropics...
We managed to get into some quality trouble as the night progressed, and the night ended with me getting a tuturiol on how to play 'Buck Hunt' (apparently it's the 'Golden Tee' of Wisconsin??) by a lovely Midwestern fellow...what better way to finish off a Wisconsin day?
Now, rewind a bit. When I first arrived in Madison, I realized I had never been to a city/place where an IM is held. Upon driving into the city, we drove straight into the famous terrace/parking deck that houses the transition areas for IM Wisconsin. I got really excited and realized, "Hey! I could swim the IM Course!" It must be right around here (I was also with my best friend from forever who I met through swimming, and meeting up with three ex-Dartmouth swimmers). When we arrived at our friend's apartment, I wouldn't give the idea up (no one else seemed interested in swimming 2.4 miles, not sure why?), the girl we were staying with pointed out her floor to ceiling windows and said, "the course is RIGHT THERE!- We will watch you from up here!"
Her view literally looks over the IM Wisconsin swim course and transition. This picture doesn't do it justice, but you could see the entire transition area and the round spirals you have to run up after the swim. It was so cool.
When I woke up on Sunday morning, the swim didn't seem like such a great idea, and when I looked out the windows, there were about 5 people trying to swim into what looked like 20mph winds. Not so much fun. So I opted for a tasty breakfast and walk by the lake instead.
But the pure excitement and nervous energy I felt just SEEING the swim course made me realize that I have fallen in love with triathlon. I can't say when, or even if, a full IM is in my future, but the desire has been confirmed. Now I just need to get my body in line with my mind. Easier said than done, but I'm working on it.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Chicago in Pictures
Left for Chicago last Wednesday. My flight was about 3 hours delayed due to poor weather in Chicago, and sadly, made me miss the Tom Petty concert for which we had IBM company box seats :( Was really sad, but it was beyond anyone's control, so tried to be a good sport. This is how I spent the next few days:
The view from where I sat on my ass in the sun all day Thursday, on my best-friend-since-I-was-13 rooftop in Lincoln Park:
The view from where I sat on my ass in the sun all day Friday (sensing a theme?), on Lake Michigan, just south of Fullerton:
This is the fabulous dinner we made on July 4th. What could be more American than corn on the cob and a Yuengling? (A hot dog you say? Don't worry- had that for lunch on the beach!)
The Chicago fireworks from the roof in Lincoln Park. You could see the Taste of Chicago show in Grant Park and the Navy Pier show, as well.
We headed up to Madison for the weekend, more pics to follow.
The view from where I sat on my ass in the sun all day Thursday, on my best-friend-since-I-was-13 rooftop in Lincoln Park:
The view from where I sat on my ass in the sun all day Friday (sensing a theme?), on Lake Michigan, just south of Fullerton:
This is the fabulous dinner we made on July 4th. What could be more American than corn on the cob and a Yuengling? (A hot dog you say? Don't worry- had that for lunch on the beach!)
The Chicago fireworks from the roof in Lincoln Park. You could see the Taste of Chicago show in Grant Park and the Navy Pier show, as well.
We headed up to Madison for the weekend, more pics to follow.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Honestly....
...how many pairs of shoes can I justify for a 6 day trip?
I guess I do need to leave some space for actual clothes....
Off to Chicago-land this afternoon. Maybe to Madison for the 4th and the weekend. Very excited to see old friends, lay in the sun, and enjoy the TASTE of Chicago (which is one of my favorite things in the world).
Also hoping a 10 mile run with a change of scenery (out of Central Park, ohhhh Lake Michigan how I love thee) will help snap me out of the little pity-funk I've been in the past few days when it comes to running.
I guess I do need to leave some space for actual clothes....
Off to Chicago-land this afternoon. Maybe to Madison for the 4th and the weekend. Very excited to see old friends, lay in the sun, and enjoy the TASTE of Chicago (which is one of my favorite things in the world).
Also hoping a 10 mile run with a change of scenery (out of Central Park, ohhhh Lake Michigan how I love thee) will help snap me out of the little pity-funk I've been in the past few days when it comes to running.
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