The other night, in prep for the 5k we’re running this weekend and the hills that I’m expecting on my triathlon course, hubs and I decided to do a naval academy bridge run.
For those of you unfamiliar with this bridge, it’s a beast.
We went down and parked at the parking lot of Naval Bagel on Taylor Avenue and ran over the bridge. We had a good pace going. Then we went up. Then not so good. We walked a little down to slow down our heart rates. Then ran back up. On the other side we stopped again for hydration.
We stopped to check out the overlook. Then we SPRINTED. OMG for half of that quarter mile incline I was keeping an 8:30/mi pace. Holy. Freakin’. Shit.
I hated this. We ran past the Severn Inn twice. We stopped at the top four times. I was burnt out. Hills that I used to be so good at once upon a time now make me struggle.
That being said. I was sore for a good day and a half after. I felt really good at the end. And I feel really good for my triathlon. Because I don’t need to run the whole way just keep moving forward. If I have to walk? Walk. I don’t have to sprint, I’m in this race to finish not to be number 1. That’ll be for the next one (though with the Huffster I will likely never be #1 in a tri…someday I’ll get a big girl bike…). I’m considering a 2nd tri at the end of August, but Adam won’t let me register until after I complete the first one. Kind of like how I didn’t sign up for marathon #2 until after I finished marathon #1.
I skipped workouts yesterday in favor of going to DC to hang out with Lexi for the evening. A couple weeks ago, we had both purchased tickets for Jennifer Weiner at 6th and I for her The Next Best Thing tour.
I’m a HUGE fan of Jennifer Weiner, and have been since college when I first started reading her books. I think Good in Bed
was the first one I read while on coop one year. I read all the time when I was on coop because of the commuting.
She was incredibly well spoken, witty, funny and candid – everything you want in a writer. I personally, would love to sit down with her and my now decomposed book club and share a bottle of wine and talk about great books, authors and trashy television. Ahh dreams.
There were two cameras. Lexi’s got the better picture of her, and mine got the better picture of me. Jennifer just looks awesome in both.
All in all, an awesome night in the city. Lexi, we need to reinstate the book club. Even though it’s most definitely not the same without C.