Remember a little while back when I said that I was done moving my schedule around? I did so well for almost a week. I honestly don’t know how Friday got away from me, but all of a sudden it was 10 o’clock and I was falling asleep on the couch. I hadn’t run or done my Hard CORE workout. I decided then and there, that I would double up my runs on Saturday. Which translates to a 4 mile tempo run in the morning, and a 3 mile hill workout in the evening.
Tempo run: 4 miles/38 minutes.
It really wasn’t that exciting, until the end. I did manage to power up a short but steep hill at the midway point which I felt great about. Then I got within 10 blocks of my house. I live within a few miles of a police precinct so there are often police cars on the arterials near my house. Yesterday morning, there were swarms of them. I got passed by at least six different squad cars and each one of them gave me the “cop look”. Seriously? Your APB is for a woman running in a bright orange running skirt? Move along, sirs, move along. I probably wasn’t behaving as respectfully as I could have, but I just wanted to get home without having to run in the wrong direction. And by not behaving as respectfully as I could have, I mean that it’s possible that I threw my hands in the air and yelled “F*CK THIS!” after nearly being run over by an officer who floored it in reverse half a block in my direction, fishtailing the entire way. So I ended up going the long way home anyway.
I was just trying to get home so Hubs could do his fantasy football draft. *EPIC EYEROLL*
Fast-forward to dinner time. I still needed to get my last 3 miles in. So I did it. I drove to a slightly different neighborhood and did a quick mile loop as a warm up. The hill I picked was really gradual at the bottom and got continually steeper as I got towards the top. I set out to do 10 repeats, which would give me 1.2 miles of uphilledness. The first 3 went fine, but my legs were starting to feel heavy. The fourth repeat I decided to race a bike up the hill. He had a massive head start (over halfway), but hills are friendlier to runners than to bikers so I did pass him right before the top. On the way back down I realized I shouldn’t have done that because it killed my energy. I blocked out all signals coming from my legs and continued to do the repeats until they tried to mutiny after the 8th repeat. My quads got all jello-y. I gave them a little pep talk and did the last two repeats with no break so that they wouldn’t have a chance to protest again. The cool down mile was probably the slowest I have ever run in my life. But I didn’t crap out on the cool down, which is an accomplishment in and of itself. I completely forgot to take my watch, so my best guess on time was something close to 48 minutes.
What I didn’t do:
My Hard CORE workout. Which means that I will be doing two sets today. That is as intimidating to me as the double runs yesterday. Today calls for a nap.
