It’s amazing the difference a well-placed clump of vapor in the sky can make.
When I left for yesterday’s track workout, the skies were blue and the sun was beating down 90-degree rays of misery. Half an hour later, as I pulled up to the high school, it was overcast. A merciful cloud had taken pity on us and moved in to perfect sun-blocking position. I swear it was twenty degrees cooler.
I took it as a sign that I should run hard.
The assignment was 3X800 + 6X400. Our workouts are always three miles of total track work, usually parsed out in some combination of 800s and 400s. This particular combination was one that I don’t think I’d ever done before, so that was kind of fun.
(If your idea of “kind of fun” includes having other people’s sweat flung all over you while you pant and grunt and turn tomato red, that is. Ah, I love the track.)
I was pleasantly surprised at the pace of last week’s 800s, so I set out to see if I could do it again. I latched on to a pack of guys who seemed to be running a couple of seconds faster and tried to hang on.
Can we just pause for a sec and talk about this? I haven’t run a 3:03 800 in a non-race situation since…college?
I paid for it during the 400s.
Definitely fighting a major case of dead legs during the first three quarters. But I fought it off and snuck under 90 for the last three, so that was good.
I can’t say enough how happy I am to have been introduced to this Tuesday track group. There is no way I would have gone out and done this on my own. And having a pack of people to work with makes pushing the pace so much easier.
Anyway. Looking back on last week’s workouts, I think I set a new record low for weekly mileage:
SEVEN WHOLE MILES! I blame the stomach flu.
(Also, G and I finally started that boot camp last week. It meets Mondays and Thursdays, and will basically replace the weight room for the next month, I think. I’ve only been once since I missed last Thursday’s session (flu!) and this week’s Monday session was rescheduled due to thunderstorms. It seemed like a decent workout, though. If nothing else, it’s a nice change of pace.)
I wonder if the stomach flu is also responsible for this…
…or if this eating-healthier-strength-training-more thing is actually working? I guess we’ll see next week.
Off to deal with yet another home-repair-related headache:
And by “deal with” I mean “argue with people on the phone until someone agrees to send a repairman.”
Hail the home warranty.