This weekend is Cherry Blossom weekend! I’m prepped to run 10 miles and, I promise you, I will do what I can to get a personal best. I know I can do this.
It’s going to be lovely. The temperature is going to be perfect and it looks like the blossoms are starting to bloom. My husbands has decided, after a rough week at work, that he might come downtown with me and use a shuttle to get to his flight on Sunday morning. I told him having him there will make it all that better, but also said that he shouldn’t make things more complicated if he didn’t have to. If he does join me, we’ll have dinner together and we’ll be able to say good luck and good bye for now on Sunday as opposed to Saturday afternoon.
With my own work travel last week, my final week of training was thrown into disarray. I didn’t have time to do my final long run, and my sleep deprivation made it so I was reluctant to put too much effort into the final shorter runs. I think I’ll still do fine on Sunday, though. I’ve also come to view Sunday as an opportunity to do a stellar run (though, as I said, I will try to run a good, smart race to get to that PR). I’m not too concerned about the missed runs. I’m just happy to be running on Sunday.
After the run, I have brunch plans with just me for company. I’d hoped to get together with some people from my running group, but everyone seems to have their own plans. Ah, well. I’m looking forward to a quiet brunch and reading while I eat. The brunch time gives me enough time to get back to my hotel, shower, relax, and then head over across town to the restaurant. I may or may not take a taxi depending on my legs’ status.
In other 10-mile news, I’m still seriously contemplating the Baltimore 10-Miler come June. I would most likely have to stay overnight and go by myself; my husband has said that two races are enough for him. I go back and forth—it would help me maintain race fitness, but I’d like to sleep in on Sundays once in a while. Dilemma.
Back to Cherry Blossom: my legs will hurt from kicking so much ass.
(And a brief, cranky note to tourists: do not dash out in front of runners heading toward the finish line. Just don’t.)
Wish me luck!