Transitions
It's been a while since I've posted because the whole chicken salad mess had me down and life was just plain busy.
I've been continuing my base building/race preparation for the upcoming 10K. I've managed to stay at or above 30 miles per week for the past couple of weeks and will build up to around a peak of 38 in the next few weeks prior to cutting back a bit before the race. My schedule has included something largely new to me: intervals. Last week I was tasked with 300 meter intervals, this week was 200s. The remaining speedwork on the schedule is 200s. The speed sessions are tough; I simultaneously look forward to and dread them. Hopefully I can increase my speed a bit to help me better reach my goal. I'm gearing the paces of these sessions towards a 48:00 10K time. That time goal may not be realistic, but it's a nice dream.
My life has entered a new phase as my husband has just completed his third and final year of law school. This transition seemed like such a milestone. However, it's merely a stepping stone along the path as the bar exam looms ahead toward the end of the summer. I equate law school and bar preparation much to marathon preparation. My husband is even preparing to stay at the "host hotel" of sorts near the testing location so as to avoid any mishaps in transit and to fully focus on the task of the two-day exam. Along the way, he'll study, do practice tests, etc. I equate this to daily training runs, interval sessions and tune up races.
Husband's graduation was also marked by a visit from my mother. I can run a marathon, but I have a tough time enduring a weekend visit from my mother. Previously I posted ruminations of a trip to Paris. Forget Paris. Right now, there's absolutely no way I could lead my mother and my sister around a foreign locale for a week. My mother's visit further confirmed in me the ultimate need for me to overcome my shyness. I learned from this visit that the reticence and discomfort of others makes me feel uncomfortable. Therefore, I know that in certain instances, my own reluctance to speak in social situations and general discomfort probably contributes significantly to a lack of ease in others. Basically, I can be no fun at times. Something I definitely need to work on.
This post has turned into a narcissistic self reflection. But I guess this blog is for me anyway. And all the literary voyeurs who like to look into my life.
I've been continuing my base building/race preparation for the upcoming 10K. I've managed to stay at or above 30 miles per week for the past couple of weeks and will build up to around a peak of 38 in the next few weeks prior to cutting back a bit before the race. My schedule has included something largely new to me: intervals. Last week I was tasked with 300 meter intervals, this week was 200s. The remaining speedwork on the schedule is 200s. The speed sessions are tough; I simultaneously look forward to and dread them. Hopefully I can increase my speed a bit to help me better reach my goal. I'm gearing the paces of these sessions towards a 48:00 10K time. That time goal may not be realistic, but it's a nice dream.
My life has entered a new phase as my husband has just completed his third and final year of law school. This transition seemed like such a milestone. However, it's merely a stepping stone along the path as the bar exam looms ahead toward the end of the summer. I equate law school and bar preparation much to marathon preparation. My husband is even preparing to stay at the "host hotel" of sorts near the testing location so as to avoid any mishaps in transit and to fully focus on the task of the two-day exam. Along the way, he'll study, do practice tests, etc. I equate this to daily training runs, interval sessions and tune up races.
Husband's graduation was also marked by a visit from my mother. I can run a marathon, but I have a tough time enduring a weekend visit from my mother. Previously I posted ruminations of a trip to Paris. Forget Paris. Right now, there's absolutely no way I could lead my mother and my sister around a foreign locale for a week. My mother's visit further confirmed in me the ultimate need for me to overcome my shyness. I learned from this visit that the reticence and discomfort of others makes me feel uncomfortable. Therefore, I know that in certain instances, my own reluctance to speak in social situations and general discomfort probably contributes significantly to a lack of ease in others. Basically, I can be no fun at times. Something I definitely need to work on.
This post has turned into a narcissistic self reflection. But I guess this blog is for me anyway. And all the literary voyeurs who like to look into my life.
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