The St Patrick’s day 8k concluded week 2 of training for a sub 2 hour half marathon and counted as my speed work. I did in fact run 2 8:25 miles. The breakdown went something like this: mile 1 8:24 (holy shit I think I am going to crap my pants and die this pain is too much) mile 2 9:50 (why do I feel like death?!) mile 3 8:50 (I AM GOING TO DIE!) mile 4 10:20 (that feels so much better) mile 5 8:26 (IS IT OVER YET?!). The other easy miles were fine, long run on the Capital Crescent trail, some scenic runs around the neighborhood.
I spent Daylight Savings Sunday after the race watching Back to the Future (when I say Back to the Future, I mean all 3 movies because they’re really one continuous, Cecil B. Demille like epic) and I can say with certainty that I have a better chance of being picked up by Marty McFly in his DeLorean when he visits 2015 next year than I do of breaking 2 hours in the half.
And let’s be honest, if I had to pick between the two I’d totally pick Marty.
Something I learned this week though, and if any of you have experience with this please let me know, but when I’m pushing the speed I feel like the first thing that just gives out is my ass. Does this make sense to anyone? Like it just doesn’t have the power to push me any further or faster. I was trying to figure out a way to Google workouts for this without Google coming back with pornographic links.
Sometimes, this is not the easiest feat.
Also, I think I can safely say that I have started a new chapter in my life. I found myself saying to an issue of Women’s Health: “I DON’T WANT MY ASS TO LOOK BETTER IN SKINNY JEANS, I WANT IT TO FUNCTION BETTER!” And then I start singing “Acti-vi-AAAAA” in my head.
I think I need more ballet in my life.