Half Marathon Training Weeks 4 & 5, Orlando Tourists, and Unexpected Visitors

I know, I’ve been a slacker in posting my training update for weeks 4 and 5, but it’s been an eventful couple of weeks! Shenanigans were afoot. 

First, one of my ride-or-dies came into town for a work convention, and we ended up playing Orlando tourists along I-Drive. We rode the Starflyer (which is apparently a BFD and we had no idea), took a ride in a children’s train (where it was cheaper for adults than for kids), went to ICEBAR (but were too cheap to actually go into the ice bar itself so we stayed in the regular bar which was called the Fire Lounge and had a weird crowd), and got some sick tourist-y pirate shirts, which we put on OVER our regular clothes because we DGAF and do what we want:

And even though we’ve come a long way since our days at USF and paced our drinking, I still got a hangover the next morning because I drank a vodka tonic way too fast at the end of the night. Because I had to. Per Orange County law. Which says all alcoholic beverages must be served and consumed by 2a.m. and I ordered my drink around 1:40. And that is what put me over. Cut to next morning where I’m throwing up periodically, including in an Uber on the way to brunch, but I kept it classy and threw up in my mouth and hid the fact that I was dying a slow death because I’M A LADY. And my friend kept the driver distracted and talking so he wouldn’t notice me lurching in the backseat while trying to keep a look of casual nonchalance on my face. That’s friendship, folks. And that’s why she is my ride-or-die. 

Last weekend, I ended up having an unexpected visitor come to my house. I was adulting like a motherfucker and cleaning my windows, when I noticed a little Yorkie wander up my driveway. I couldn’t see a collar, so I went outside and called him to me, and he came right over. All in all, he was in pretty good shape, not malnourished, just in need of a bath and a flea dip. Look at this little stinker:

That picture was taken in my car because for the next four hours after I found him, I was taking him to the vet to get scanned for a microchip (there wasn’t one), posting on Nextdoor and several “Lost & Found” Orlando-centric Facebook pages, going to Petsmart to get flea meds and a leash and collar (since I had no idea how long it would take to find the owners), giving him a bath, and keeping him away from Ava who he kept trying to hump (he wasn’t neutered). And she wasn’t having ANY of it. Finally, after all that, I found the owners, who recognized him while I was out walking both dogs. They live two doors down from me, so most likely when I saw the little guy wander up my driveway, he had literally just escaped from his own house. It turned out to be a happy ending, and now his owners have a new leash, collar, and a year’s worth of flea meds. I cannot lie, though: part of me was wondering how I was gonna break the news to T he had a new son in the event the owners could not be located. 

So this is why I am late in posting my training updates for the past two weeks. Well, that, and just being lackadaisical in general (TRIPLE WORD SCORE for that sweet vocab!). So without further ado:

Week 4

  • Monday: Rest Day
  • Tuesday: 2.75-mile recovery run (13’34” average pace according to Nike; 13’50” according to Garmin)
  • Wednesday: CrossFit
  • Thursday: 2-mile recovery run (14’00” average pace according to Nike; 14’02” according to Garmin)
  • Friday: CrossFit
  • Saturday: CrossFit
  • Sunday: I had a 4.25-mile long run scheduled, but didn’t run it due to aforementioned hangover. dun Dun DUN! So far, this is the only training workout I’ve missed. 

Week 5

  • Monday: Rest Day
  • Tuesday: 3.25-mile recovery run (14’11” average pace according to Nike; 14’19” according to Garmin)
  • Wednesday: Rest Day
  • Thursday: 15-minute benchmark run (13’18” average pace according to Nike; 13’21” according to Garmin)
  • Friday: CrossFit
  • Saturday: CrossFit
  • Sunday: 4.75-mile long run (13’47” average pace according to Nike; 14’02” according to Garmin

I hate that I missed one of my long runs, but what can you do. Hangovers happen. 

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