A sloth was walking down the street. He was attacked and mugged by four snails. When the police arrived, they asked the sloth: “Can you describe your assailants.” “No,” replied the sloth, trembling, “it all happened so fast.”*
Today, I felt like that sloth. No worries, I wasn’t mugged by four snails. Instead I had a treadmill run that went by so fast!
But let me try to describe it:
Because of the snowstorm, I missed my first ever “progressive tempo run” on my training plan. I really wanted to make that up–just to see if I could do it. It’s hard regaining fitness while coming back from an injury. In November, this workout would have been a cinch. Now? That was a big question in my mind. And obviously, since there’s still snow on the ground, I planned a #runch date with the treadmill my work.
The workout was for 6 miles, with a 1 mile warm up, four miles at a progressively faster pace, and a one mile cool down. The tempo paces were: 10:30, 10:00, 9:40 and 9:20. So I hopped on and let ‘er rip. So to speak.
The warm up proceeded as planned (about 11 min/miles), then I upped the incline to mimic road conditions (1.5%) and upped the speed to my first pace: 10:30. Easy peasy. Four laps later, speed upped to 10:00. And I didn’t fly off the back of the ‘mill. Amazing. About this time some of the stevedores and other port workers started coming into the gym, and up went the speed again–9:40. Woo-hoo! When I finished that mile, I was more than a little bit dreading the 9:20. But I found a sweet spot at 9:13/mile and just kept going. The last mile done, time for the cool down. I slowed to about a 11 min/mile and got a half-mile in before nature called. Too much excitement I guess.
I stretched and foam-rolled (hammies are tightening up again, ick), showered and made it back to my desk. So fast! An excellent #runch.
*this is our favorite joke chez Sato. It just never gets old. Although all three Things are truly sick of how much I giggle even thinking about it.