I know it’s good for my running. I know it will make me faster. And I always feel better after the workout, and yet…every Tuesday I start to freak out about the upcoming track workout. Perhaps it’s a holdover from my college track team days (those workouts terrified me) or maybe I just don’t like the indoor track. But whatever it is…I start to think of excuses for why I shouldn’t go.
- “Isn’t your knee feeling a little tweaked? Maybe you should take a day off…”
- “Laundry is high on the priority list for tonight. No time for trekking up to the Armory!”
- “My stomach hurts…running fast isn’t a good idea.”
And so on and so forth…About half most of the time I convince myself go to the workout. Last night was no different, I diligently took the subway uptown, paid the $15 entrance fee, and started an easy jog. I usually warm up inside by running around the exterior of the track, I’m not totally sure what happened, but about 2 minutes into my jog – BAM! I hit the concrete floor over by the shotput cage. My chin and left cheek broke the fall and I think I saw stars for a minute. %$^#!! The first thing I did was make sure all of teeth were still intact (they were, thank god)…Then I picked myself up and headed to the bathroom to survey the damage. My lip was split and there was some bruising on my cheek, but thankfully nothing too serious. As I spit blood into the sink, I found myself wondering if I was going to have enough time to finish my warm-up. It’s funny, I spent all day thinking about how much I didn’t want to do the workout, but when given the perfect “out”, I didn’t take it. Maybe I actually kind of like indoor track workouts…Or maybe I’m crazy. Probably the latter.
On to the workout -
- 2 mile warm-up
- 2 x 1000m @ 5k pace (3:58, 3:58)
- 2 x 800m @ 3k pace (3:06, 3:03)
- 2 x 600m @ faster than 3k pace (2:11, 2:10)
- 1 x 400m @ mile pace (82)
- 1 x 200m @ faster than mile pace (37)
- 200m recovery jog for all intervals
- 2 mile cool-down
- Total: 8.5 ish miles, shazam!
My leggies were feelin’ like toast by the final repeats, but all-in-all this was a good workout. I’m not convinced that I could actually run these paces during a 5k or 3k race, but I’ll try not to think about that right now.
I recovered with a late dinner and some chocolate chip cookies with oreos stuffed inside of them. Um, yeah. You read that correctly. Over the weekend, I baked up some of these ridic treats. Bring on the diabetes, yo. Kidding. Sort of.
Find the original recipe here – Picky Palate’s Oreo Stuffed Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Anyone else have workout mishaps?