Time

I hate this day. I hate it more than any other day of the year. My poor husband has become afraid of me after years of hearing me bitch and moan about how much I hate this day. Last week he timidly said, "I hate to tell you this but you know we change the clocks next week, right?" Yes. I knew. I really, really hate this day.

Logically, my favorite day of the year is where we get an extra hour of sleep. Except that fell this year on the Sunday of the NYC marathon and it's not like I was sleeping that night anyway. And I certainly didn't have an extra hour of luxuriating that day.

So, it would stand to reason, that I would be exceptionally pissy today. Don't ask me how I functioned for years living in a constant state of jetlag with my old job when one single hour throws me off for a week. Last night when it turned midnight and I wasn't tired but knew I better get to bed because it was really 1 am I felt the bitchiness coming to the surface.

But I am changed.

My friend at CrossFit, she of the WINNING t-shirts, asked if I would be her partner for the Sunday partner WOD. I don't usually go on the weekends because that's when I do my long run but who could turn down a great request like that? In fact, I think I have her to thank for the radical change in my attitude. If I didn't have to get up to make it to Xfit then I would have slept in until 10ish, which would have been 11ish, and my day would have started in the shithole like it does every year. Knowing I had to get up early got me in the right mindset. I got up even earlier so I could -- wait for it -- run before Xfit. Who is this person?

I did get up. I did get in 6.3 miles. I did go to Xfit. And I did have a lot of fun doing a really intense WOD (running and burpees were involved, need I say more?). Then, after that, I went out with 2 girls from Xfit and ran 4 MORE miles! I had wanted to do my long run yesterday but it didn't happen. I have the NYC half next week and while I'd probably be okay I hate missing that last run if for no other reason than my confidence takes a hit. I did all this by 11:30 DST. That's about when (10:30) I'm usually rolling out of bed.

I never feel like I have enough time to do things. I use that as an excuse for a lot of things. But I am realizing that it's about prioritizing time. It didn't kill me to get up early. I'll probably sleep better tonight. And I got a LOT done -- 10 miles and an Xfit WOD! Either would have been an achievement on Black Sunday.

So I feel like I'm ready for the NYC Half. I don't normally break up my long runs and I've never done it before but I wasn't breaking it up to rest, I worked out for an hour in between. My thinking was that I was getting my mileage in but starting to move toward the type of training I need to do for Tough Mudder. It's an endurance event, the course is 8-10 miles, but there are so much strength and cardio challenges throughout. I think sticking a WOD in between 10 miles was actually a pretty good test.

They say there's nothing you can do the last week before a race to help you but plenty you can do to hurt you. So I'll taper back on runs, rest more, and hit Xfit twice.

It was a great day. Who knew?