So the blogging failure over the past couple days is not entirely my fault. I swear I have been training intensely, but evening circumstances just kept me away. Let me explain...
Thursday, due to having to be at work early and important evening social obligations (aka Taco Mac), was a rest day. No need to blog about that.
I did Thursday's run Friday morning. It was a BEAUTIFUL morning for a run. Not too hot, not too humid, clear skies... just about everything you could ask for. I added an extra half mile onto the 4 miler just because I was enjoying myself. Unfortunately, however, my coworker had lovingly shared her viral Swiss plague, and by late morning my throat was on fire, my ears hurt, and my neck was swelling. So I decided to hit up the hot yoga class that evening to try to sweat out the virus. Typhoid Mary actually ended up coming with me, and it turns out there's some truth to that weird idea, because we were both feeling tons better by the end. I should probably sterilize my towels and yoga mat now, though. And while I would have loved to write about my beautiful run and cleansing yoga class, there were MASSIVE thunderstorms Friday night that knocked out my internet, so, alas, I could not.
Since this week is technically a step-back week (seems silly after my fail week in Europe, but who knew?) our long run was an 8 miler. We were brilliantly fast: 1:16:45. If we can run 8 miles at that pace, we are solid for the Peachtree (a week away, yikes!). We both felt good, too, so we're not overdoing it at that pace. I'm excited. We could end up with some killer half marathon times this season. Yay! Anyway, as I'm still atoning for my Swiss sins, I decided to do another hot yoga class, since this studio has an early afternoon donation class that doesn't count toward my pass and costs whatever you can afford. This turned out to be a bad idea. I was expecting a basic hot class, but it was actually a hot "power" class, which is secret yoga code for "hell." I've never done sun salutations so fast in my entire life, much less at 95 degrees. I thought I was going to die. The heat was lower, so it was less sweaty, but more exhausting overall. Punishment accomplished. And again, while I had thought up some witty remarks about my class and was excited to share our awesome run time, things just didn't work out... see, we had tickets to the Atlanta Summer Beer Fest last night, which was awesome and fun and amazing and delicious, and I had every intention of blogging when I got home, since it ended at 10... not too late, right? But then I woke up this morning feeling like I was in the middle of a Katy Perry song, so... yeah. Beer and blogging don't mix. Unless you're blogging about beer I suppose...
Today was only full of more punishment, because obviously now I have beer fest sins to atone for as well. I haven't been swimming in forever, and Chris and I are determined to be tan and toned for the 4th of July party, so we decided to swim some laps at the pool. Swimming while hungover maybe not the best idea, but I managed to do a mile and a half in 40 minutes, so I'm satisfied. Nothing cures a hangover like an intense workout. I also had belly dance today. I need to stack my workouts better, because swimming before a class that involves entirely shoulder, upper back, and upper ab muscles is not a good plan. But how was I to know? Anyway, we learned some chest circle thing that I don't think is actually possible to do if you're a real person, so I'll be practicing that while plating bacteria at the bench this week, I'm sure.
Ok, all caught up on the blog. But you see, there were just circumstances beyond my control.
P.S. Double work outs 3 days in a row is a bad idea. My body hates me... I'm fairly certain every single muscle is sore. I'm going to try to get some real sleep tonight and take it easy tomorrow... hopefully recover. I think this means I can stop punishing myself for all that wine and cheese in Switzerland though. It's gone, I'm certain.
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