Workout – Treadmill 7 mile tempo run. 1 mile warmup, 5 mi @ 6:25, 1 mile cooldown – 47 min total. please don’t ask me what “tempo” run means. I was told, very intelligently, last week and I can’t be expected to remember it this week. i have to make room for more important things like 2+2=4, my name is Katie, and don’t forget to pick your daughter up from school.
I did my workout today on the gym treadmill. My treadmill at home can’t be trusted with that kind of precise pace requirement. That treadmill is reserved only for the i don’t care if my pace increases or decreases at any random moment run. A few things clued me in that this probably wasn’t going to be running through a field of daisies kind of fun running.
#1 – the pace for the day was 6:25, for 5 miles. need I say more
#2 – I made the bad decision of going to bed later than 10:45 but earlier than 11
#3 – I had an evening workout yesterday. meaning it had been less than 10 hours since my previous workout. double trouble
#4 – my little person alarm clock had me up at 4am. couldn’t snooze button that one away. sad.
#5 – I’m not 100% sure how I got from my house to the gym at 5am, but I ended up there and had to peel myself out of my car once I got there.
#6 – my 1 mile warmup felt like a full blown speedworkout run.
I muscled through and made it 7 miles. I was tempted to walk the cooldown, but I’m pretty sure that’s not what the plan meant by cooldown. that smartcoach thing should really come with an instruction manual.
Funny thing, when it was all done – I felt pretty good. actually kind of felt like I had more energy to burn. that’s why I love just going and getting the workout in, even when I am bone tired. If I didn’t workout every time I was tired, I’d be 250 lbs depressed on my couch. true. I can think of a few people who wouldn’t be happy with that. those endorphins really have the same effect as some sort of super strong antidepressants. when used appropriately. at least that’s what the doc tells me.
To top off my stellar morning, my little cherub greets me on my way in the door with, “your belly is big. are you having a BABY or something???” why no, my darling, I’m not having a baby. but thank you for that wonderful observation you just made. truth be told, it’s opposite day here today. what she really meant was “mother, you look stunningly fit and fabulous. how do you do it???” that’s what she meant to say. I know it. I get free encouragement like that all the time. kids are so cute. But who would trust anything coming out of this mouth anyway?
More later, my friends – on running, on goals, on life, on whatever I feel like talking about at the moment.