I experienced a tough go of things this evening. I had to dash home from work evening as a doula was coming over to give us a run down on what to expect on B-day. My excitement has been quietly building over the last nine months but after listening to Heather for an hour I felt we were about to embark on the most unequivocally wonderful adventure of our lives.
I was so excited at this point of the evening that I was disappointed in not being able to be more involved with the birth. Fast-forward an hour and I’d changed my mind.
The prospect of becoming a father is so much more real now. It’s as if I’ve purchased my ticket to parenthood and I want to get the show on the road; I’m finished with waiting around.
After Heather left, I quickly changed into my kit and was out the door with nothing but the setting sun and Enya to keep me company (that is the last time I select random when filling my shuffle). With a short window of opportunity and a brisk breeze, I started the workout after only a brief warm-up. I was a bit erratic for the first few kilometers (3:55, 3:44, 3:46, 3:53, 3:50, 3:51…) but I eventually settled down.
Oh, and I did something yesterday that most people might find odd… or stupid. I changed my training program with only ten weeks remaining. After listening to a good friend talk, and after some research I’ve decided to invest my energy in only two workouts a week (one of them being a structured long run) with the remaining days full of easy mileage. With the baby on the way, this will give me more flexibility… and I’m also a sucker for punishment.
Wednesday: easy 55:46
Thursday: 1:24:21 with 1h at 3:50 pace/km
Thursday, March 20