Blog, I've been avoiding you all day. I worked out at the gym, but I can't remember with any specificity what I did. I have a vague recollection of jumping on a riser, hopping in a ladder, speed skating, bicep curls, assisted dips (55 lbs) 6 X 3 -- those I remember, feet on a ball pikes, pushups, rebounders, a little eliptical, 1/2 mile on a treadmill. And this: NO RUNNING. I would have had to do my 4 miles in the rain anyway and I didn't want to miss my manicure. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Call it my taper. No running tomorrow or Saturday. Race on Sunday.
I'm trying to sweep all thoughts of how I will do in Sunday's race out of my mind. My husband, Scott, calls them negative thoughts. My only thought should be that I will do my best. Really, no one cares how I do and no one is going to be following it. I am my only competition and I can be my own worst enemy.
So. On to New York. I'm excited to meet Colleen, Jess, and Julio. I'm excited to shop. I'm excited for the theater (though not particularly for what I am seeing). It's a nice and needed little break from training. Next week, it's back to week 11 of the Program and an 18 mile run.
Here are my new and improved race t-shirts, in keeping with the spirit of this blog and my attitude. I'm not sure which one I'll wear, but I made sure that both would match the skirt I intend to wear.
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