Today: 4 miles/some number of minutes
Speed training! I
forgot what running hard (for me, laugh at my pace if you will) is all about.
Good thing I chose to do this at the gym on the treadmill
under the watchful eyes of the passively pressuring treadmill hawks. I eat your aggression, treadwalkers, it keeps
me going during a tough run!
I decided entirely randomly that this was a good workout for
me today:
1 mi warm up
4 x (.5 mi at 6:50 or faster, .25 mi at 8:49)
And then the plan was for a 1 mile cool down but I had to
run to the potty instead - what a speedy 0.05 mile! For sure, the swampy sweat-humid gym
treadmill’s most redeeming quality is potty proximity.
I’d forgotten what it was like to breathe hard and really exert during a running workout. I hate it and
yet I’m hooked. I ordinarily roll
along (yes, merrily) at my comfy pace with the occasional minor pick-up and I want to break myself
of this nonsense habit. Running around a
happy carefree bunny is a good hobby for stress release and aerobic fitness maintenance
but I want 2014 to bring some needed speed gains even if I spend the year-or most
of it-in other parts of the world
Lately I’ve been feeling bum-da-bum-bum-bummed that I just
can’t ever plan out future long races. One
of my current pastimes includes registering for races and then not being able
to show up. Yeah, I can gut out an
ok-for-me 10K with a week’s notice but my schedule precludes me from
registering early- and thus training properly-for longer races. It’s part of the whole job thing, which I
chose and love. I worked hard to get here
so ja of course I knew that the schedule was going to be crazy/full of
surprises/uncertain. So I blame me. But still, whine I will.
One year, I would just like to pick some
races for the year, not pay exxxtreme late-reg prices, and train wisely. I suppose that’s what retirement is for. But as I get older the likelihood that my
RUN ALL THE TIME WITHOUT ANY REAL THOUGHT philosophy will enable me to run
fast and injury-free is increasingly remote.
My “speedwork” (would you like a snack with that hyperbole?)
today is my first stab. If only I had a
coach and no job and sat at home all day hyperfocused on workouts, salad calories
and feelings....oh wait no, then I’d be easily confused with the one million
other small-time runningchroniclesbloggers…except they’re all a lot faster than I
am :)
The uncertainty of 2014 sat on the far horizon for so long
and now, well, whatever the encroaching future brings I want to be running faster
in it.
I race this coming weekend in Las Cruces, NM. Then 2 x Turkey Trots back in TX- races to commemorate
that my months away from home draw to a close.
Whaddya say about some weekend races with little training and
new shoes?! Why not??
***76 MIN to go.***
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