Yesterday I was cleared to begin speed work and hills. My first thought was, “Awesome! I’m better, I can do speed work and hills!” And then I thought, “oh no. I have to do speed work and hills, that hurts!” I consulted some people and they suggested I do half of a normal workout at first to see how my body responds. I have a tendency to run myself into the ground so this was really sound advice. I thought 1200s sounded good (well, not good, but productive) and figured I’d do 2-3 of them and see where I’m at.
I was really nervous. I haven’t run hard since before CIM and I certainly haven’t tried running fast recently. I woke up early, put on my garmin (that I had to find and dig up and charge) and hit the road. I felt slow and tired during my warm up miles but that always happens and I wasn’t too worried. Finally I got to my open road and started my 1200s. And you know what? I ran both of them (I just did 2) on the faster end of the range suggested to me. In fact, they were both 6:50 pace! After 2 months of not running hard I will certainly take that. My body initially said to me, “um what are we doing here? This feels weird” but once I settled down it didn’t feel weird at all.
I cooled down with 3 miles for a total of 7 and my leg felt pretty good. Not 100%, but probably 90 and I was so happy that I can still run hard when needed. I can tell that I’m not in shape– my heart was totally racing and I can feel it already and I know I would have slowed down if I needed to do more, but I don’t care! I’m running fast!
2 miles warm up (8:50 pace)
4 x 100 M strides, drills, stretch
2 x1200 with 1 min recovery (6:50 pace)
3 miles cool down (9:00 pace)
Finally, I leave you with a ridiculous photo. My post-run outfit has become a running joke in my house– shorts, uggs, sweatshirt and usually headphones. I get cold from being sweaty but never want to shower and change immediately. I have things to do. Like eat. If you know me you know that I’m not usually in “sloppy” clothes and so my neighbors find it HILARIOUS when I wander around in this outfit. I took the trash out in it and my neighbor said, “uggs aren’t slippers.” Au contraire my friend. Uggs are slippers and my best friends.