It's time to buckle down and get serious about my training once again, no more of this long slow run business. Quality over quantity. Run Less Run Faster, that's the plan. It worked well for me earlier this year and I have high hopes it will keep me injury free and maybe, just maybe, shave some time off my marathon. What is it I always say? You have to run faster, to run faster!
So the other night I drug my tail to the track. It's been a loooong time since I've done any track work, months. And while it isn't any cooler, the calendar says to bust my booty and bust it I shall.
I do love being at the track this time of year. Searing heat aside, various football practises are going on and it reminds me that, while it might not feel like it, Fall is on the way! Because, duh, Football = Fall.
My workout tonight was 4 x 400 at 2:06, with 200 m recovery intervals (RI). Grateful this was a short workout to start the season off, I warmed up for a couple of laps then set about the business of circling the track.
Why yes, I do write my workout on my arm. I like to keep it classy. Notice the return of my trusty pink Timex. Yes, I could use the Garmin, but this pink time piece always accompanies me to the track. If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
After finishing my 3rd 400 I started thinking, "Wait a minute, this doesn't seem right." I knew it felt like a short workout! Let's look at that photo again, shall we?
Just what I thought. That doesn't say 4 x 400, it says 4 x 800. That makes so much more sense. Good golly Pete girl, the heat has fried my brain. You'd think having it written on my person in permanent marker would remove all doubt as to what the workout should be...
I decided to make it 8 x 400 to make up for the lost mileage. For 400's I should be running just over 2 min, I managed: 1:57, 1:53, 1:54, 1:56, 1:58, 1:57, 1:56 and 1:52. Doesn't bother me much that I was a bit faster than I should be, I'm really looking for consistency, trying to feel my pace. Except for the brain fart, I was pleased with my return to the track.
Now, this whole spaciness has been plauging me for days. I take the stairs everywhere I go at work. Always have. And for the most part, this is not a difficult task. Or it certainly shouldn't be. Well, Friday I headed down to the kitchen to fill my water bottle and somehow ended up in the parking garage. I missed my exit by 2 flights of stairs! I stood in the garage confused and laughing. Mercy.
Monday morning I was grabbing things for lunch. Snagged a bag of spinach, a tomato and knowing that I have Swiss cheese in the fridge at work, a box of crackers. Welp, when I got to work, I looked down and realized that I did not have a box of crackers, but instead, a box of Bisquick. I'm here to tell you, there is nothing you can do at your desk with Bisquick!