It was that time of the week..time for a speed session. Oh no. The alarm went on, I turned it off and fell back to sleep. Oh no. Woke up at 515 and my speed session time had passed. Damn.
While Troy was practicing football I went to the High School track, right next to his football field and hammered out 800's. Man they are hard for me.
I lifted weights last night. I worked legs. DOMS was taking hold this afternoon so I was worried about my speed session.
I've been doing Yasso 800's:
After a 1600 warm up I was ready to roll. My goal: 8x800 @3:50.
The 1600's are warmup miles, the 400's are recovery laps. I kind of tried to aim for one recovery lap roughly the same speed as the speedy 800.
I'm very happy with the workout.I did it! Yippee!! I kept on saying 'don't think about 8 x 800; think about one lap at a time' That thought worked well. Otherwise it was too overwhelming and too big and too fast for me.
I'm just not a fast runner. That's why I'm doing these speed workouts. So I can become faster..and damn, it's happening!
The bad part: the parents saw me on the track doing the workout. A few women asked some questions about my running, my favorite distances, etc. When Steve told them I run ultras their eye's glazed over and now I think they think I'm freakish. Hmmm..don't know that I've felt so strange about it before. I felt like I had to defend the fact that I run. It felt weird. They were asking how I can fit it in with everything else? Well, by running now, at football practice, while you are sitting in your chair. I still caught an hour of the practice. It is not like Troy was neglected in any manner. See, I'm becomming defensive..strange..
Maybe it is just the mood that I am in..my carb depleted brain that must have some food .. NOW!