First workout back: 4-mile tempo run (in which I remember how hard tempo runs are)

(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.


Speaking of family and friends, here’s a photo of all the cousins (and my gramma) from the wedding!

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!!


Form work and intervals all in one day!!!

Form work and intervals all in one day!!!

Today I couldn’t make it to my regular morning practice, so my mom had me meet with this other coach at a different school. I did a workout in 93 degree/burning sun/humid weather (what could be better!?) and then after I was practically on the ground dying, he told me to do some strides so he could assess my form. Which sucks. I’m aware of that. But fixing it is sooo hard. (That’s not sarcasm)
The workout was a two mile warm-up around the track, drills, and 4 x 800 meter repeats. The lovely, considerate football team had set up a big tent and a golf cart-type-mobile smack in the middle of the track, so lucky me- I got to do my 800s in the outside lane!! This made them slightly longer than an actual 800; I started ahead of the line so my first 400 was an actual 400, but my second lap was longer because I was in the outside lane the whole time. My repeats were (keep in mind it was a longer 800!!) 3:12, 3:09, 3:21, 3:07. I pretty much died mentally on the third one, but was able to come back and finish strong on the last repeat. I’m guessing that, had they been actual 800s, I probably would’ve run around 3 flat for the first two and the last one. It was sooo hot outside and I finished my entire bottle of water and entire bottle of Gatorade before the workout was even finished. I then did a mile cool down and he assessed my form during some striders. Finally, we were done. But my eye has been bothering me for the past day, and during the workout sweat started dripping into it, which made it buuuurn! The PAIN. Anyway, that was my workout for the day. We have a time trial on Thursday and I get to wake up at 5 tomorrow to go to a 6 am Pilates class with the rest of the varsity girls before 7:30 practice!!
On a related note, I’m questioning my sanity/judgment. My mom asked me, hypothetically, if I’d rather have an iPhone or a Garmin. Guess what I answered? Garmin. I’m actually content with my nearing-its-seventh-birthday bright green Rumor from Sprint. iPhones aren’t nearly as indestructible as this phone. I dropped it in the freaking toilet and it’s fine. I threw it clear across my friend’s porch and it landed in a thorn bush…and it’s FINE. Sure, it doesn’t have Internet, can hold maybe five low-quality pictures, and sometimes the keyboard decides to stop working for a few seconds, but who cares? It works. It texts and calls. That’s the epitome of a CELL PHONE. (I know, I can’t be a teenage girl if I’m saying this, right? What about Facebook/Instagram/Twitter/Vine/Snapchat? Guess what, I have an iPod. So maybe I’m not COMPLETELY modern-technology-free.) Anyway, Garmin over iPhone any day!
The next post will be about food because who doesn’t love food, but this post is pretty long so I think I’ll stop for now.
T-7 days and counting till junior year begins! (I got my schedule today. It’s going to be atrocious. #IBkid)