I’ve been M.I.A. lately. Duh. So much so that I’d forgotten my password to log into my blog. Suffice it to say that I’m in the midst of some HUGE changes in my life (exciting, scary, sad, partying, frustrating) and posting…well it just was something I didn’t have time for.
But I’m back. For the day. Maybe longer. But those changes are still on- going until September so bear with me. And no, that’s not me apologizing. If you don’t want to bear with me then don’t. But I’d like it if you did :)
Also back into life is speed-work. This entire summer I’ve only done LSD. Seriously. My weekly miles are huge and slow (I know I didn’t do a monthly recap for June or July but the miles were 451.9 and 433.7 respectively with the average paces being 9:45 for each month or thereabouts). I’m okay with that, running has been one aspect of my dealing with life (dancing and karaoke with friends is the other) and it feels good to just kind of plod along and let my thoughts wash over me.
That said, for whatever reason during my run this morning (which was supposed to be a long run) the idea popped into my head to run track work today. Since I was already 7 miles into my run I stopped that run, headed back to my apartment, and rested up for the afternoon (I figured doing speed-work immediately after 7 miles was silly). Because I decided that I had to do it THAT SAME DAY or else I was liable to chicken out. Who knew when my next urge to run at the track would be?
Because my last speed work session was March 5th. Like 5 months ago.
I chose to run 800s; mostly because they are my favorite track session. I decided to do 4 of them because 4 is my lucky number. And I decided to shoot for 3:30 for each one because it was…well there was no rhyme or reason but I wanted to go at 7 pace. That whole 5 months thing be damned.
How’d I do? Well, considering during my warm up mile around the track was painfully slow and I wanted to bail on the whole stupid thing, fine. Not quite on pace but there’s that five month thing.
- 1:54 + 1:52 = 3:46 (daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn I am slow. My first ones are usually the fastest! Wonder how the next three will go)
- 1:54 + 1:52 = 3:46 (Seriously?! The same f$#%ing time?)
- 1:53 + 1:51 = 3:44 (Better. Kind of sort of)
- 1:52 + 1:49 = 3:41 (Okay. That hurt.)
Overall I can’t say I’m too upset. Of course I want to be faster. And I think I held some stuff back because I wanted to hit all 4 of them around the same pace. Which I was successful of. Just wish I had been consistent in a faster manner. I never felt as though I was…well I hate to use the word sprinting because that’s not the point of track work…but I never felt as though I was going fast.
But 7:22-7:32 pace as the range for all 4 of them isn’t too bad. That’s my typical threshold run, or at least it used to be. So I do have a long way to go before I can say I’m my typical speedy self but I’m not beating myself up over it. If I don’t improve from here then, sure, let the beating up commence. But for now I’ll just sit back, let my legs feel the good ole feeling of tiredness from a job well done.
As well get ready to go drink beer and go dancing tonight.
Also: I picked the perfect day to do this. The temp when I went out at 1600 was 75* and cloudy. When the sun broke through it literally looked like this. I guess that’s a sign I should make a date with the track every week?