Like a Caged Hamster

Thursday I ran 8 miles at the gym, mainly because the alternative was studying and, well, I'd rather not. I don't exactly like running on the treadmill. I got into the habit of it this summer when it was hot as balls in NYC and I was too much of a wimp to deal with it. My gym is at work, so that's super convenient, and they even do my laundry. But I spend far too much time there, most of it just loitering. I went again on Friday, ran 4 miles, and lifted. Also, I stopped watching the man and actually talked to him. What a concept.

Saturday I was supposed to run in the Fifth Avenue Mile with my buddy Alan Webb, but I decided a better use of my time would be to get up early and study. This was a huge sacrifice for two reasons. First, I'm trying to run 9 NYRR races this year to qualify for next year's NYC Marathon, and sitting out Saturday's race effectively ended my chances of getting in the 9 races. Oh well. I was probably going to defer to 2007 anyway. The more obvious sacrifice was the chance to see Alan Webb, in all his slightly balding glory. Anyway, I am so pissed at myself because I ended up sleeping until noon (noon!), so I totally could have made it to the race and then studied. Grrrr....

I bailed on another race this morning. I was going to do the Westchester Triathlon, but it would have involved spending last night and most of today up there, and I decided I needed to study. So what have I done today, you ask? I rolled out of bed at 11, made it to McDonald's in time for breakfast, and am now studying. Obviously. I don't know when I became so unmotivated.