Let's face it. In this world, once you've fallen behind, (kinda like in a race!), you're toast.
So, where were we?
Ah, yes, I was Very Upset at not being able to do a track workout last Wednesday night. But never fear: Of course I did it anyway! (What kind of hack do you take me for??) I borrowed a watch and did it on the treadmill at work. I did the very fearsome 4x1600 with 400 recovery, and I did it like this:
10:00, 9:50, 9:31 (meaning, I kept upping the speed for the last mile).
It felt good. I seem to actually like track workouts. Who knew?
Saturday was 10.48 miles; a step-back week, through lovely Rock Creek Park. (It was supposed to be only 10 miles. Someone lied to me, which, as you know, I always appreciate.) I did it at marathon pace, which for me is around 12:10 minute miles, and sped up at the end again. A really good hard run. (For me. At that pace. For that distance.)
And Monday was spinning.
And that brings us to today, Tuesday. When eight miles was on the schedule. How do people get in eight miles before work?? HOW?? Last night the air was impossibly thick and humid. I was afraid to go back out there this morning. So, I decided to get up at 5:30, get to work and run my eight miles there on the treadmill, since my last encounter with it went so well.
See, I forgot: I hate and detest the treadmill.
It was miserable. My pace was all over the place, topped off with a 14 min mile. (In the middle though, was a lovely 10:30 min mile! Maybe more than one!) See, because I hate the treadmill so much, I try to keep going faster on it so that the horror will end sooner.
On the plus side, I realized that I really need a point to every run. Like is it a tempo? A pace run? What?? What am I trying to do here with these eight miles? I had no idea.
It was not a winning strategy on that evil machine.
There, now we're all caught up. Or rather, now I've caught all you (all one of you) up.
So far, by the way, the no TV thing is going great! As is the no reading blogs at work!
So, I have no idea what anyone is doing, and now I have to go to bed!
Stop the insanity.
(I miss Stephen Colbert. I miss him Truly, Madly, Deeply.)