It’s Thursday. Who Am I Supposed to Run With Today?

My friend called me an exercise slut today. See, I’m now working out almost every day, at 6 a.m. (How did this happen?) I suspect she called me that because I’m now losing track of who I’ve made what workout plans with, and I’m starting to double- and triple-book myself for runs and such.

I used to do a trail run once or twice a week at the leisurely hour of 6:30, a weekend road run at 8 a.m .or so, and boot camp in my neighbor’s yard at 6 a.m. maybe once a week at most.

Somehow things have shifted. Partly I’ve shifted into higher gear as I finally really start training for my fall marathon. My options for a qualifying race, if I wanted to stay in New England or the near Mid-Atlantic area (I did), were August 18 (too soon) or September 8 (also kind of soon, but I hope I can do it if it’s not too hot that day). I’m pretty sure the September date will be fine. Any later, though, and I could miss my chance to register.

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From the B.A.A. page. Clearly, I’m not the only one wondering WHEN registration will open, so as to race the fall marathon in time!

This week, I did boot camp with my neighbor A___’s trainer, who came to her yard. The following morning, I ran with another neighbor, P__. Yesterday, I did a trail run with one of my running partners, F___ (the one who today called me an exercise slut).

Today I couldn’t remember who I was supposed to work out with or how many miles I’d planned to do. I suspected I was due to run with neighbor P____ again, but I hadn’t arranged it with him in time, so instead I went to the track alone for my first speed workout in ages. Loved it. Speedwork can be really fun and feel productive, though my calf did get a little twingy toward the end.

Since anyone can lose track of something now and then, I decided to go big and essentially triple-book myself for running tomorrow. I’d forgotten I’d sort of planned to run a short road run tomorrow instead of today with P____. At the end of Wednesday’s trail run, I sort of committed to a longer road run tomorrow with F____. Online, I not only planned to run with my trail running group, but I talked P____ into joining us for that.

So that’s now only two runs I’m supposed to do at the same time tomorrow. I think F____ may join us in the woods. Saturday it’s boot camp with A____ in her yard, and then Sunday a 9-mile road run with — at this point — anyone who wants to join me for any part of it. (Are you having a hard time keeping track of all of this, too?) I may just do Sunday’s run with the Tufts marathon team.

I haven’t run with them since February or earlier — maybe January? I have only run with them about three times total. And you know what? Last Sunday (just before the chills and shakes set in 7.5 miles into my run — oh, hot weather, I don’t like you much) I passed the Tufts marathon coach handing out water to the Sunday runners, and this man — who has been coaching heaps of runners for years, and coaching swim teams, and generally dealing with about a billion athletes a year — he called out, “Hey, Julia, how ya doing?” to the sweaty, visor-and-sunglasses-sporting beet-faced person huffing by (I mean me, if it’s not clear).

That’s how awesome and supportive running with the Tufts marathon team can be. So maybe I’ll start joining them for my Sunday long runs for awhile.

That would certainly keep me from double-booking on everyone else, at least.

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