In my advancing age I have stumbled upon a new phenomenon: the workout hangover. It’s like those hazy Sundays from college, except that the path to getting there wasn’t nearly as much fun.
The symptoms are the same though.
Poor sleep and exhaustion: Who takes a nap at a 5th grade lacrosse game? I do. Right on the sideline, directly on the turf.
Foggy head: My judgmental 8-year-old just accused me of saying “worser”. And repeating the same mundane comment about the weather on the walk home from the bus stop. Just be glad I’m still capable of talking to you, kid.
Dehydration: Probably, though I train my body year-round for this (who likes drinking water??) so that’s harder to say.
I realize that the road to overtraining and injury and that of a killer PR are almost one and the same. I’m doing what I can to remain one step ahead of the line between the two, working to dial in the sleep and nutrition.
But sometimes, that just isn’t enough. Sometimes, after a smoothie and a good breakfast, you’re still shoveling handfuls of Trader Joe’s Sour Cream & Onion Puffs at 9:30 a.m. Sometimes, you really need the big guns.
Here’s what you do: start with the Frappuccino. If you have ready access to a Starbucks, get yourself a real one, and not one of those bullshit mini ones they tried to roll out last year. Seriously, what was that? Who’s going to be happy with two ounces of coffee milkshake? But if you’re in a pinch, the bottled stuff will do.
Now give it an hour. If things aren’t so bad, this might be enough to set you right. However, desperate times call for desperate measures. Soda is your friend. Yes, this is my method.
What’s behind all of this angst? The hope for a PR, of course. And these workouts, starting from Friday:
12 x 400m @ :75-:77 pace with 1:30 rest between intervals
It’s the short amount of rest that is the real killer of this workout. Mike and my friend Sal came out to help and I definitely couldn’t have done it without them.
Then today. Expecting a long run, only to check my Messenger and discover that this is on the agenda:
3 x 1200m @ 4:05 pace
Damn you, technology. In another time that would have been a phone call that came an hour too late.
You’d better believe it’s been a Starbucks kind of day.