I'm going to lose my mind. I miss running! And this low mileage is making me nervous. I have faith in the program. I do. But my legs are itching to run, run, run. I went from 40+ mile weeks to barely 20 mile weeks. Eeep.
With all this free time, last night I hit up hot yoga again. Don't I look all yogay? No? Yeah, I didn't think so. That's me in my $9.99 Target yoga pants that I snatched up from the kid's section. Oh yeah. Same pants over in Ladies, $20! I enjoyed it last night, but didn't find it any more challenging than the first day. I did get a good stretch and I could tell it was working my stabilizer muscles. We did this modified sit up and I thought to myself that if we could do like 100 of those in a row, I'd have great abs in no time! Sadly, we only did about 10 throughout the whole class. Apparently, it's just how you sit up, not intended to be an intense core workout. I'm not giving up though. I want to try almost all of the classes that they offer. I've done what they call the Fire class twice now and am really itching to try both Metal and Earth.
Okay, let me tell you, working out in nearly 100 degree heat really gets you disgusting. I hardly feel clean even after a shower. And my cheap-o Target kid's pants? Soaked. Gah and roase.
Afterwards we hit up Chuy's for some Tex Mex. This creepy kid watched us eat. I practically inhaled my food. Waiting until almost 9 to eat will do that to a Pink Girl.
Today at work I looked up from grading quizzes and noticed this. If you ever doubted how much I loooove pink, question no more. No staging, this is what my view is to the left of my computer. Pinkapalooza! Just the way I like it. Trainees will come into my office for the first time and go, "Woah, there's a lot of pink in here!"
Speaking of a lot of pink. We are having a coloring contest at work. No, I don't work with children. Yes, we have zero budget for team building. (I work for a non-profit) So we find free fun where we can. We were each given a black and white coloring sheet of a gingerbread house. Some used crayon, others marker. Me? I cut out many different shades of pink paper to glue on my house. I could totes live in this littel confection concoction. I wanted glitter for the shrubs but settled for some old candy sprinkles I found in our supply room. Prolly more appropriate for a gingerbread house anyway.
Tonight was speed work at the track. Now, this is a part of my training that I look forward to each week. I adore speed work. Over the Summer I started a group, Wild Women of Wednesdays. WWoW. Well, right now speed is on my Tuesday schedule. So, Wild Women out on Tuesdays. WWooT.
Here's the deal. Show up at the track and I'll have a track workout prepared, give you your goal paces and record your times for you. Cause I'm a big nerd like that. But you know what's hard at the track? Trying to do the math to figure out everyone's pace! Maybe it's insufficient oxygen during the run, but trying to divide the mile time by 4 and subtract the appropriate seconds is trying. Now multiply that by however many Wild Women show up. Yeah, a hot mess. So I put together this helpful pace chart. Now, no math needed at the track. It's already done for me! Of course, I had to make it cute. And pink.
To further prove my nerdiness, I printed it out on cardstock and laminated it. Here's the deal, if you want a nerdy yet cute pace chart for your track workout, leave me a comment with your e-mail addy and I'll send it your way!
Tonight's workout: 2 x (6 x 400 @2:04)
That means I did six 400's (one lap) at a 2:04 goal pace, resting about 1 minute between each 400. Then I did that all over again, resting about 2 minutes between laps 6 and 7, for a total of 12 laps. I did a 1 mile warm up and cool down as well for a total of 5 miles.
Here are my times: 2:02, 1:58, 2:00, 1:57, 1:58, 1:56, 1:56, 1:56, 1:57, 1:56, 1:56 and for the last one I went all out, 1:38.
I really though I might barf or that my lungs might explode on that last one. But I wanted to push it as hard as I could. If you are any good at numbers at all, you can see that I didn't hit my goal pace of 2:04 even once. Ooops. I was faster than the workout called for, but I was consistent and that is what really matters. You don't want to go all out on your first couple of laps and not have the juice to finish the remaining laps at the same pace. Pacing = consistency.
And that's all folks! I'm sitting here eating my dinner of PB&J and milk. You know, cause I'm obsessed with milk right now. Mmm, calciumy.