I postponed hill training this week. Our family visited Montreal with my sister-in-law, husband and their two kids for a couple of days. I’ve got to hand it to myself: I don’t think I could have consumed more calories in a thirty-six hour period. If it wasn’t a personal record, then it was pretty damned close.
Our family’s favourite place to visit in Montreal is a Schwartzs' Deli on St. Laurent. Their smoked meat sandwiches, pickles and French fries are legendary – worth lining up in the snow, cramming in at communal Formica-topped tables, and throwing dietary caution to the wind. We paid our respects on the way out of town yesterday.
However, I didn’t like the idea of tomorrow’s 26K run on five days rest and a gut-full of medium-fat-on-rye, so I had to get those hills in. To generate a little motivation, I asked my husband to join me. He is one of those maddening people who never skips a run. This morning, I used his envy-inspiring self-discipline to my advantage. When I dragged myself out of bed, he had already made my tea and pre-run breakfast oatmeal and walnuts. That put an end to the little plan forming in the back of my head to just forget the run and read the entire newspaper from cover to cover.
This week’s haiku interval workout: 2 x 17 syllables.
Can’t do hills this week
Gotta shop in Montreal
Hurray for March Break!
Fifteen years, two kids
Makes running five slushy hills
Together: a date
Tomorrow is 26K (16 miles). And I will probably have to make my own breakfast.