Starting July 9, I will be training my heart out for the Marine Corps Marathon.
I have an aggressive time goal (4 hours or bust), and it’s going to take a lot both mentally and physically out of me for the next four months, although it will be so worth it.
While I didn’t train super-aggressively this spring, I was still keeping my running fitness up for all of these races.
No, I swear. This is the face of an aggressive runner.
Anyway. As much as I love running, marathon training is as much not for the mentally weak as it is not for the physically weak, and I needed to give myself a little mini-break before starting training in two weeks.
So, since the tri, I’ve been making efforts to not plan my workouts. I’ve still been doing some running to keep my base up, and I’ve been getting some yoga in, but I’m taking advantage of this downtime to be incredibly laissez-faire about my attitude to working out before I get super-serious about marathon training. I had the opportunity to do the NYC Tri, but I ended up turning it down because I knew it was for the better on multiple levels. Caitlin ended up taking them up on the offer, and I’m so excited to read about how she does.
A little less time working out also means a little more time for fun.
Tonight, my mom came into the city to have dinner with me. We went to Raymi, a new Peruvian restaurant in my ‘hood that I’ve wanted to try.
is a little picky knows what she likes, so I don’t know how I convinced her Peruvian wasn’t all that wild and crazy, but somehow I did.
I have a bit of a cold (although I thought I was dying this afternoon of Zicam poisonining when everything tasted disgusting) and so I wasn’t super hungry and we split a few things.
Scallops with parmesan and lime butter.
Pork and shrimp spring rolls.
We also got anticuchos (basically, Peruvian skewers), but I didn’t take a picture because the first round that came out had peanut oil and I couldn’t eat them. Once they brought ones I could eat, I devoured them really quickly. But picture steak on a stick and you got it.
I liked the inside of the restaurant a lot–it was clean and elegant, with lots of white and dark cherry wood.
Are you a picky eater? Do you eat a lot differently than you did growing up? I’m definitely more adventurous than I was growing up. (I mean, it would be a waste to live in NYC and not be.) Also, do you dial back a bit before embarking on a long training plan?