(If you don’t want to read the whole thing: 6:27, 6:15, 6:18, 6:14)
Happy 4th of July! I can’t say I’m always proud to be an American, but I’m grateful to live in a country with freedom and opportunity. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and gets to spend time with family and friends.
Today started off with an early morning workout. I was up and ready to go at 6 am, so I ate some Ezekiel toast with peanut butter and banana before heading out to complete the first workout of summer/cross country season!
The workout was 2.5 mile warm-up, 4 mile tempo, 2.5 mile cool down for a total of 9 miles. It was 75 degrees and about 85% humidity when I headed out the door, which wasn’t unbearable. My legs were still pretty tired from Sunday’s long run, so I told myself that 6:20 pace sounded reasonable.
Warmed up for 20ish minutes and did drills on the asphalt bike path. Didn’t feel stellar. Contemplated studying the plants lining the side of the bike path instead of doing the tempo. Just kidding.
Started the tempo…It felt a wee bit harder than it should have, and I hit the first mile in 6:27. Reassured myself that it was fine and that I wasn’t a slow hobby-jogger 😉 Entering the second mile where two bike paths converged, some guy came tearing along of the adjacent bike path at the same time and pace that I was tearing along the other one. So I latched onto him without asking, mostly because I couldn’t spare the breath to speak. Hehe. He pulled me through the second mile in 6:15, at which point I turned around. Thanks, runner dude- hope you didn’t mind a random girl tailgating you for a mile!
I hit the third mile in 6:18 and contemplated quitting. But not actually. Well, kind of. You know those moments where you dream of stopping but know it’ll never happen because a) you would kick yourself and b) pain is a mental construct and it isn’t real!! ? Yeah. It had been months since my last tempo, and I forgot how hard they are! That last mile is always a grind. I just tried to relax and told myself that I had done harder things and to stop being a baby. Clearly I’m very nice to myself. Fourth mile was a 6:14. Total time for the tempo was 25:14.
The cool down was more of a shuffle because my legs kept deciding without my permission that they didn’t want to run anymore. I finally got home after 87 years (20 minutes). But after stretching, rolling, an ice bath, and a short walk with one of the dogs I’m dog-sitting, they’re feeling a bit better. I’m drinking coffee for the second day in a row- crazy! The rest of the day will include lunch (wedding leftovers for YEARS), a nap, spending time with family, another run for a total of 11 miles today, potentially a light leg lift, and 4th of July fireworks and dinner tonight. I’m lucky enough to have today off from work, so I may binge-watch The Great British Baking Show 😉
Anyway, Cliff’s Notes version because I managed to write an essay about 25 minutes of my life: the first workout back was hard, now I remember what a grind tempos are, excited to get faster this summer, and I would love to find workout buddies. The end!!