Today was a “rest” day (meaning, I did a 25-minute upper body strength training workout). When I say “rest” I mean “no run.” I tend to not run the day after my long run. My brain says “oh come on” but my legs say “NO” then my brain is like “just a little?” and my legs are like “FUCK OFF.” I wish I could be one of those people who runs seven days a week, but five seems more realistic for now.
So glad I managed to get out the door early enough to do 6 miles this morning. I cut it close, but I made it to the train on time by not dilly-dallying after my shower, eating a quick breakfast of cereal and banana (sprinkled with 1/3 tbsp. of mini chocolate chips because I DO WHAT I WANT), and doing my makeup on the train. I know all the corners to cut. Continue reading “You Can Put Chocolate Chips on Anything”
Wednesdays have typically been my speed work days. I like having a set routine where I do the same things on the same days every week. It’s easier to remember what I’m doing, I don’t have to think too much, and it makes it a lot easier to not skip a specific workout. Sometimes being boring is good!
For a while I was going to my old high school track and doing fast/slow 200s or 400s. Then I read something that suggested not doing speed work on a track, so last week I did it on roads. THEN I read something that said doing speed work on BOTH a track and on roads was okay, and because I am very susceptible to things I read, this morning I decided to head back to the track.
Did my good old 4.3-miler this morning. It’s the route I’ve probably done most since moving back to Long Island last winter. (It was actually a 4.4-miler this morning as I started running closer to my house than normal.) And damn, I went faster than I thought I would. DAMN. 9:33? This is nuts.
My Body Is A Machine 