Today was day one of week 7 of the 5k 101 training. Three 12-minute runs, with three-minute recoveries in between. S and I ended up covering almost 4 miles, which is unbelievable. I can’t believe how far I’ve come. Beginning with four 2-minute jogs (the first was on April 15th). And now here we are. We’re running our first 5k on June 5th, less than a week after my 28th birthday. Twenty-eight. The closer it gets the older it feels.
The run was fantastic. The first interval was a bit tough, as usual, for the first four minutes. After that I had worked to convince myself that running felt good after four minutes, so it was a treat. That first interval took us into Harvard Square, across from the Harvard Bookstore. The second interval took us into Inman Square, and the third took us home. We covered more than 5k! Maybe almost 7k!
All this came on the tail of a long day at work. Have I explained my job? I work as an art therapist/clinical educator at a prominent mental institution/psychiatric hospital in Massachusetts. I work with adolescents, average age of 16. So, today, Wednesday, May 25, 2011, was a tough one. One co-educator has been out all week with the flu, so we, the remaining educators, were stretched a little thin. I was thrilled to come home. And this run was on five hours of sleep!
See, my husband and I got tickets to see Chris Thile and Michael Daves at the Brighton Music Hall last night. “An evening with Chris Thile,” they called it, and the due played two sets, about 2.5 hours of smoking bluegrass. Daves has this great “high lonesome,” as S calls, it. It’s a clean, clear, no-vibrato falsetto, which is such CLASSIC bluegrass. And Thile is a prodigy on the mandolin. I lapped up every minute. But... the awesome show kept us out until midnight. Worth it. Worth every shot of espresso, every heart-palpitation from too much caffeine (I kid), worth the gasping breaths from the last interval. What a day it’s been.
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