the calm before the storm
Starting Saturday, I’ll begin a week long crazy-fest of craziness.
Did you get all that?
Here we go.
Saturday, I have the Cook Forest Half Marathon. Honestly, the thought of running 13.1 miles hardly scares me anymore since I knock out 12-14 miles on the weekends. But, this is at race pace and I have a PR of 2:11:32 staring me in the face.
I can’t lose to myself, you know.
Monday I start teaching my extra RPM class. So I have RPM at 5 and then my abs/lower half class at 6. I can handle that.
Tuesday I have my regular RPM class at 6.
Wednesday morning at SIX AM, I’ll be subbing a spin class.
(So let’s do some simple reasoning here. 13.1 miles Saturday and then three days in a row of spinning with one day as a break. OK, we’re all on the same page? Good.)
Thursday morning, I’m subbing a Pilates class and then Thursday evening I have my lower half/abs class at 5.
Friday morning, which is Good Friday, I’ll be running 20 miles.
No big deal.
Saturday I will work 12 hours and hopefully be somewhat useful.
Sunday I will wish for death, followed by an Easter celebration at Matt’s parent’s house. That requires I sit still in a car for an hour.
Legs don’t fail me now!
Recapping. I’ll be running 31.2 miles, teaching 3 spin classes, two lower half/ab classes and one Pilates. And to top it all off, I work a 12 hour shift on my feet.
I feel the exact same way, Claire. The exact same way.
If you don’t hear from me for a while, you’ll either find me curled up in the fetal position on the floor or so amped up for the fact that I survived that I’ll probably be out running again.