If I was still in high school my coach would have been yelling 'Henry, you're an idiot' halfway through today's workout. (There wasn't anyone named Henry on the team, but for whatever reason that's what you were called when acting like an idiot. And my team, although talented, were called Henry pretty often.)
I went out toward Tracyton Beach Road, easy for the first two miles with the plan to start a four-mile tinman workout, at 6:15 pace. The miles I had marked off start on a downhill, which I thought would be nice. A little too nice, it turned out. I was really working on #1, but figured that was because my body was settling into the pace and it was morning. Um, until I saw the first mile marker and looked down at my watch -- and I was under 5/min. pace. Ooops. That's why my legs were already complaining. So after the 5-minute mile I decided to change the workout, since four of those consecutive isn't happening just yet (or really ever again). I jogged a minute, then proceeded on a 4, 3, 2, 1, descending ladder at CV pace (maybe a bit quicker, actually), with one-minute jogs in between. I hit the hill before my usual turnaround and started coming back there, jogged for a few minutes and managed to go back up the ladder with the one-minute and two-minute runs. I felt pretty toasted at that point, and was hitting the two big hills so I cut the workout part off there. Eventually got back to a decent pace and finished off the run, though I think it ended up at nine miles rather than ten (60 minutes total).
So a change from the plan because I can't figure out a pace, but still a good strenuous morning. I haven't worked like that and made my legs hurt during a weekday run in awhile, so it's good. I'll try the tinman miles again either Saturday or next Tuesday. One person apparently didn't like my workout, however. Before I started the last two-minute tempo a white van came down a hill to my left and took a right turn toward me. I wasn't near the intersection so I couldn't have affected their stop. But the van slows down after coming around the corner, does a little honk to get my attention, then these two long-haired barfs inside flip me off. Wha? I ran back with an eye over my shoulder in case they came back to throw their beer bottles at me or something, but nothing more than that. That's Bremerton for you. supernova red -- 90
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