Sunday's medium long run of 16 miles was cut short to 9. I ran 4 miles on the streets which was almost impossible due to the snow, puddles, slush, mini-mountains on every corner, and diabolical black mouse who chased me down a sidewalk. I did the remainder in the gym where I was pretty sure I would not encounter the aforementioned obstacles. By mile 9 and bathroom break #3, I decided to call it quits for no other reason than I was tired (and 3 bathroom breaks is kind of unusual for just a 45 minute run). As I was leaving, a random man in the weight area asked, "Leaving already?" Great. Now I really felt guilty! However, I didn't let it stop me...from stopping.
I substituted yesterday's run for skiing. We took a couple of days to ski in the Berkshires with the kids. It was great. It was the first time I skied with the children and I was so impressed with how well they did. My little guy zoomed down the slopes fearlessly (maybe a little recklessly, too), I could barely keep up. The highlight of the little trip was "running into" Mr. Big in the parking lot. Yep, Chris Noth (or Detective Logan to those of you who prefer crime dramas over comedies about sex and the city). I made Pete talk to him because I know I would have said something stupid. Pete said hello and Mr. Big walked right over to our car with a big smile. We chatted briefly and then he let me take a photograph. He really was very friendly. Oh, and what a smile! The next morning we "ran into" him again outside of the café where we had breakfast. Pete again spoke to him. At first, Mr. Big kept walking, but then Pete mentioned how we had just seen him the day before at the ski area. Mr. Big looked over at the car and I waved like a little kid waving at Santa Claus during the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. His wonderful smile spread across his face again, but I think this time because I'm sure I looked ridiculous. He got in his car which was parked in front of us and we both drove off. It got a bit embarrassing because we were following him for a couple of miles. There's only one main road in the little town and we both happened to be driving on it. In the same direction. At this point, I was waiting for the police to show up with an Order of Protection warning us to stay more than 500 feet away from Mr. Big. Thankfully, that didn't happen. The celebrity sighting was a fun end to our little getaway.
Today I ran one and a half miles to the gym. I did 5 miles on the treadmill with 5x800s at 5k pace. For a half mile I set the speed to 6.4 (which I think is a 9:22pace) and then I sped it up to 8.5 (6:58 pace) for the next half mile. I repeated this 5 times and then ran back home. By the end, I was spent. I knew this was because I wasn't getting in my miles. So starting today, I'm turning over a new leaf. I only have eight and half weeks left until the big day. I need to use this time wisely.
Feet, don't fail me now.
Have you ever had a celebrity sighting? What's your best one?