Wednesday…banished the grumpies.
Wow. It was BRISK this morning.
I was pretty darn snug in my bed.
Seriously. I felt like a toasty cinnamon bun. I wanted to sleep more, but I was awake. I had had a very realistic, yet insane dream and I spent my first 10 minutes of awake time, laying in the warm bed, trying to figure out if I was going to have to go to the FBI. SUCH A relief when I realized…
After realizing that I was indeed awake, I got up and shuffled around. Got ready for running. The last thing I wanted to do was run. It was a short tempo run and I realized too I was entirely terrified. I wasn’t sure I could keep up a tempo pace…It also seemed like, errr, speed work- my nemesis. (uh oh, speed work is actually tomorrow. :() Oh crud.
Anyway, I started running. It was really cold and the air felt different as I breathed it in. Less thick…and of course cold. I concentrated on just running at a consistent pace that “felt” challenging. The sun was up, so I felt on display and since it was cold, I had pulled out my Hind purple tight/capri get up. Oh yeah…these tights are cool…but I always feel like a purple people eater in them.
At the top of the hill I looked at my watch and I was pretty sure that something was off. The time was FANTASTIC. And then I went charging down the hill…It beeped for one mile and I ran a tiny bit further and turned around. I then had to charge right up the hill again.
At the end of the run I was feeling pretty good.
After work I had a 45 minute cycle. I checked in with my coach, luckily no mention of my apparently nasty behavior yesterday. I told him how the cold run had been and he made me laugh. He reminded me that he wants my marathon to be a cold one. He said he’s had enough of me finishing races and that he wants this year to be a PR year. (TRANSLATION: whole lotta miserable speed work coming up). I was relieved that he wasn’t remaining angry with me, sometimes having the coach is kind of like having either a babysitter or an overly involved brother. So…even though we are only running everything kind gets in there and such.
I met a friend and struggled with the cycle. She always does a different program than I do but it was super nice to have someone to look over at and groan as I was trying for a fast cycle. I ended up at 17 MPH which for me is acceptably fast.
This was a good day, and I’m so glad the running is finally showing up like it used to. Whoo Hoo…not looking forward to tomorrows speed work.