Alright, so MCAT = happening in one week whether I like it or not. So I’m going to stop complaining about it. Complaining just makes my stress worse even though it feels really good to do so.
The rest of my life has been on hold this summer because of the (stupid) test. I guess I mean my social life, as I’ve been running a lot, which has been nonexistent since June. I’m heading out with some friends from college to hang out in a few hours. Hopefully some laughing will reset me.
My running the past two mornings has been phenomenal! Last week (and last post I think) I had said I was worried about overtraining but my runs Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday seem to disprove that.
Yesterday (Tuesday) I got up at 530am to go for 7.5. I figured my lethargy would return after such a good run Monday and the fact that it was so damned early. I was completely wrong because I ended up being able to get in NINE miles. In the time that I had planned for 7.5. Crazyness man.
I’m going to preface the description of my run this morning because the context of it makes it more impressive to me. I was studying really really hard last night but stupidly tried to do some mock MCAT questions from a book I have. Big mistake because my brain was fatigued so I didn’t do well; clearly this upset me because I am such a perfectionist. So I took my study materials and stayed up wayyyyy too late for a 5 am wakeup call. Additionally my original plans tonight fell through, and because this is how my life works, I was asked to make the executive decisions regarding how to replan. So I am A) physically tired from getting up early and staying up too late B) mentally tired from studying and C) emotionally tired from the pressure of social planning. Got all that?
I was thinking that if my alarm went off and I really really didn’t want to go, as in where the hell am I? what the hell is that noise? kind of thinking, I wouldn’t. Unfortunately (well maybe not seeing how the story ends) I was really really keyed up and couldn’t sleep well at all, so when 430 rolled around I just layed in my nice comfy bed until 5 when I got up.
And I pounded out a stellar tempo. It was:
- 1 mile warmup
- 5 mile tempo
- 1.6 mile cool down
Hopefully no one cares when I say I rocked it. It was one of those runs where I was soooo in the zone that I couldn’t tell you about it if you offered me money. The feeling was so euphoric that all the pushups I had to do today (and there were total: 248) felt like nothing. Seriously. I followed the pushups with some core work and I was ready to shower and start my day. All before 7 am.
Now, my amazingness did not transcend into my driving into Boston. I decided to take a Rt. 2 way rather than my I-95 way (Rt 2 is wayyy faster). However, I have never driven into the city via Rt. 2 and only driven out of the city once. I have ridden shotgun before but shotgun =/= driving. Usually finding my way somewhere isn’t a problem but I was trying to reverse directions using a mental map of a route I had never driven before. I am so thankful that my friend, who lives and goes to school in Boston, was up that early to give me directions! At one point she was like, “and now Fenway should be on your right”. I went “no it’s not” to which she replied “turn your head right and look up” which got an “ooooooooooooooooooh, I know where I am.”
The only plus to me getting lost is that it will never happen again and I now know how to drive around the city.