On Thursday morning, I had a lovely speed session scheduled. When I woke up, my alarm hadn't gone off yet but it was set for 5:15. I had no clue what time I was. I hoped it was 3:30... even 4:30... and I'd have at least a little more time to sleep. I looked at my phone. It was 5:14.
Oh well, up and at 'em, right?
As I drove to the gym, I still wasn't sure what to do. I think technically I should have done 800s because I have been alternating 400s and 800s and this was an 800s week, buuuut... I was scared. I was in this mindset that if I did 800s again, I was either going to have to do them faster than last week or do more intervals. Last week's workout was really hard, and it was daunting to think about increasing the pace or mileage. So I chickened out and did a completely different workout I made up off the top of my head.
I hopped on the treadmill and started my 2 mile warm up. It was so freaking hot.. hotter than I remember. Does Planet Fitness not have A/C? I think I am going to inquire soon.
All I could think about during my hot, stuffy warm up was the episode of Survivor we watched the night before. One of the contestants was evacuated via helicopter because he was suffering from heatstroke. It was a very scary episode to watch and that was definitely on my mind as I slogged through the stuffy air. I cah be a drama queen sometimes.
Luckily my body temperature regulated itself, and while I was hot during the entire workout, I was the hottest right in the beginning. As usual, my clothes were soaked through and sweat was dripping off my shorts by the end of the workout. I chaffed in lots of nice places that I can't show you.
Okay, this is the workout I did. You may have seen it on my Weekly Workout Recap on Saturday.
2 miles @ 8:34
400 @ 6:30
800 @ 6:41
1200 @ 6:49
1 mile @ 7: 00
1.25 miles @ 7:08
1.5 miles @ 7:18
1.5 miles @ 8:34
I know the pace seems random, but as I added a quarter mile to each interval, I decreased the speed on the treadmill by .2
After each interval, I did a 400 recovery @ 8:34 pace. I am most proud of keeping my recoveries to a 400 and not increasing them as the distance of the interval increased. Believe me, I wanted more time to recover!
I did 10 miles total! I wanted to stop at 9 but I was determined to make it to 40 miles for the week. And I did!
As I cooled down, I listened to some ABBA. Super Trooper came on. Dang, I love that song. For some reason, it got my mind thinking about how grateful I am to be able to run. I have two working legs and the motivation to get out of bed in the morning. I have the heart to keep going when workouts are tough. Sometimes I wish I had more courage, but I'm working on that one.
Then I started to do something that I sometimes find myself doing at the end of a workout. I go through sort of a running "Highlight Reel" in my head. I think about all the incredible running and race experiences I have had. I don't even try to do this, my brain just does it. And I don't think of the same experiences all the time. Sometimes I randomly think of things I forgot about and it makes me happy all over again. But there are certain things that pop up each time. That's another blog for another day.
Dang, why did Super Trooper make me all nostalgic? Endorpins + ABBA = Nostalgic Megan!
Basically, a hard workout like this makes me feel not only grateful, but confident that I can take on whatever the day throws my way.
What would you call that workout I did? A ladder?
Do you watch Survivor? What did you think of that Medevac???