Running, Riding and Celebrating with Drunk Otis!

It’s been a long week, Poodles. Between running my legs off, stressing about NOT riding as much as I should be with the Pan Mass Challenge a mere 26 days away and drinking like a FIEND this past weekend with Drunk Otis, I’m pretty spent. I’ve got no one to blame. I know. I totally did it to myself. 

AND I’D DO IT AGAIN.  

I slacked slightly this past week. In my defense, I will say it was for a good reason. As has been the case for the past 10 years, the PMC is sneaking up on me. So instead of completing ALL of my Hansons Marathon Method approved runs,  I substituted one of my “easy” runs for a ride. There. I said it. I can not tell a lie. Christ. It’s not like I sat on my ass and guzzled delicious beers, pita chips and sriracha hummus while watching the last season of Entourage on Netflix or anything. Note: I did that AFTER my ride. 

AND I’D DO IT AGAIN. 

Here’s how Colby’s Week in Running went: 

It’s a sign!

 Monday: 6 “easy” miles. On trails. With Drunk Otis! Before I launch into our trail run, let me state for the record that none of these miles were/are “easy.” Sure. I wasn’t running at break neck speed, but on tired legs ANY speed faster than “crawl” is fast. Cumulative fatigue is real. I will admit, it’s either getting better for me or I am becoming the David Blaine of running. Total voodoo mind trick shit right here. Pain? What pain? Who’s the endurance artist now, Blaine?!?! As for the actual run with Drunk Otis, it was EPIC. He had a blast running intervals with the local girls high school cross country team. He may have even scored a gig as their mascot. Such a ham. 

Tuesday: 7 miles. INTERVALS. Just when I think I couldn’t possibly sweat more, Tuesday rolls around and I float off of the goddamn slip and slide treadmill. 8 x 600. Plus warm up. Plus cool down. Plus an ice cold shower. 

One more 600m. GET IT TOGETHER, LEGS. #intervals #runnerproblems #hansonsmethod

— Colby (@RunColbyRun) June 30, 2015

Wednesday: Rest effen day. No words. Just laziness.  

 Thursday: 6 miles. If someone didn’t eat garbage, dead critters and/or a Mavic cycling sock (cross your paws) and was up all night out on the lawn, I would have been able to do my tempo run before work as planned. Yeah. I’m looking at YOU, Drunk Otis. Instead, I switched my tempo run to Friday and ran 6 after work. And it SUCKED. Drunk Otis is now back to himself. The sock however, is still MIA. To be continued… 

Rub my belly.

 Friday: 8 miles. The dreaded Tempo Run on my day off. It was awful. I was able to keep my target pace for 4 of the 6 tempo miles. The last two were 20 seconds slower. I couldn’t get out of my own way. My warm up mile was too fast and my cool down mile was too slow. Nothing about this run was just right. Gah. 

Saturday: 44 miles on the 4th of July! No running. Cycling! Frankly, after the tempo sufferfest, I needed a change of pace. My Other Half and I had a great ride. It’s our 4th of July Tradition. I love it. And of course we cruised down Liberty St. #murica  

#murica

  

Photobombed by Mater.

 Sunday: 10 miles. Gorgeous day. Great run. Nailed my pace. The ride did me good. Legs were tuckered, but the day was so beautiful I didn’t even notice. Until I stopped. And plopped myself poolside with a fresh, delicious mojito and ate like it was my job. Drunk Otis even spent the day rolling around in his kiddie pool, totally nonplussed by the fireworks. That was until he peed in it. Then shamefully flipped it over, mortified.  

*hiccup*

 AND HE’D DO IT AGAIN. 🙂

Total miles run: 37. 

Total miles ridden: 44

Total number of mojitos consumed: 4

Do you stick to your training program like glue or do you mix it up from time to time? What’s your favorite poolside drink? Does your dog pee in kiddie pools, or is it just mine?