I made myself a training schedule for the Cherry Blossom 10-miler. (Read last year’s recap!) The race is the first weekend in April and I’m slowly building up to 10 miles. This weekend I was meant to do a 5-mile run. 5 miles isn’t a crazy distance for me. It’s something I can do on a week day. But I had it on the calendar for Sunday and I was committed to getting it done.
The weather in NYC on Sunday was gnarly: Cold, wet and sleeting. I didn’t want to head to Central Park and get rained on for an hour. I saw that Dori had taken TWO classes in a row at Mile High Run Club (a treadmill studio) the day before to complete her long run; I was inspired. I’ve tried all of MHRC’s other classes but have always been intimidated by their tough 60-minute program. I knew if I wanted to get to 5 miles through intervals (ie: not running straight through), I would need 60 minutes. (I usually cover nearly 5 miles but not over 5 miles in their 45-minute class called High 45 since there are walking/recovery breaks built into the 45-minute class.) So I bit the bullet and signed up for Mile High Run Club’s 60-minute class called “The Distance.”
What is this class about?
Here is a play by play of what went down.
12:50PM: Class starts in about an hour. It’s in NoHo. (I live uptown.) Time to shut off the movie I’m watching, The Lobster and get ready. Nothing like a dystopian romance to start your Sunday!
1:20PM: Go to overpriced but nearby Le Pain Quotidien for a half caf with almond milk for my first coffee of the day because a caffeine withdrawal headache has set in. Move funds from my 401k to pay for $80 coffee. Kidding. But seriously why does a small coffee cost $4? I quit caffeine during the detox jam, but now I’m back and the addiction is real. I’m trying to ween myself off with half-caffeinated coffee. As you may gather from the fact that I’m closing my eyes to avoid any light, it’s only going OKAY.
1:35PM: Get on R train. Nearly throw up from tossing and turning of train. This is what happens when I wait until 1:30PM for my first cup of coffee. I need a rehab center.
1:52PM: Get out of subway at 8th street near NYU. Fresh air feels great. Will running feel great? Will I throw up?
1:58PM: Check in at Mile High Run Club
2:02PM: Hop on treadmill and consider the fact that I managed to be late despite doing nearly nothing all day. Probably LPQ’s fault. Everything is their fault.
2:08PM: I’m running so slowly. This is hard. Our instructor Ryan McCann is so cool. I’ve never been in his class before. He seems to really feel the music and the workout. He is jumping around. Ryan has a mindful energy about him. Could we be best friends? Would throwing up bring us closer together or further apart? This season’s The Bachelor points toward the former.
2:11PM: Okay. This is OKAY. Look, I’ve run a mile. I love this music.
2:20PM: Maybe I can go a little faster. Oh look! I can.
2:28PM: I feel great. Better than great. This is a transcendental experience. It feels like Ryan is a shaman leading us through a peyote ritual. I am doing whatever he says. I trust him. My classmates and I are strangers in a dark cave following a wise man’s instructions.
2:35PM: During a recovery segment, the girl next to me first bumps me. OUT OF NOWHERE. She feels it too!
2:37PM: Someone near me farts. The spell is broken. Is it over yet?
2:39PM: During a recovery segment, I fill up my water bottle in the back of the room. Is Kangen water magic? I bet Ryan brushes his teeth with Kangen-filtered water.
2:40PM: Am doing it. The shirt is coming off. I’ve sweat through it. It’s sports bra time. Post-Superbowl, I briefly wonder if this makes me closer to Lady Gaga in any way, shape, form. Figure it might. Lady Gaga’s body is the platonic ideal, haters.
2:56PM: It’s over. I ran 5.5 miles. That’s over my 5-mile goal. When will my fans pour the gatorade?
2:58PM: I try to follow Ryan’s stretch, but I can’t because putting my head below my heart makes me dizzy.
3:02PM: Buy coconut water at front desk to help settle my stomach
3:07PM: Get bill for coconut water in my email and realize it cost $6. Too tired to think about that. Plus I am a triumphant runner who just completed her first EVER 60 (ish)-minute treadmill run.
This is the longest I’ve ever spent on a treadmill. I felt so happy to have gotten the run in despite the gross weather. I am in shock I stayed on the treadmill so long. Also, I would absolutely do it again! Next time with the proper caffeine in-take before. 🙂
What are your feelings on treadmills? Love ’em? Hate ’em? Something else? Tell me!