I mentioned a few times that I was fitted back in late March/early April for a new pair of running shoes. During the Shamrock back in March, I had some terrible blisters. I figured new shoes were in order - especially before my marathon training schedule started. Since I did the training team through J&A Racing, and I did my Garmin class at Final Kick in Virginia Beach, I was really comfortable with having them fit me for shoes. Anyway, long story (that I've blogged about before), I left with a pair of totally awesome shoes.
A few weeks later, I was reading a marathon training book that recommended that you have 3 pairs of shoes for training. 2 pair to alternate throughout the training, and 1 to introduce about 3 weeks before the race - and to race in that 3rd pair. I personally thought this was purely genius, since I always wondered how to tell when my shoes were trashed - short of holes worn in them.
What I discovered was pretty cool. I had these awesome shoes I bought at the shop, and all I needed to do was go online and order a couple more....one right away, and one in the coming few weeks before I get to that final few weeks of training. When I went online to buy my second pair, I found out that THEY COME IN TWO COLORS!!! How awesome is that?? I don't have to write 1 & 2 in sharpie on the back of my shoes (though that would be a fun conversation starter). I have the pair in blue that I bought at Final Kick, and the ones in pink that I got online. So what's my problem? After a couple weeks of religiously alternating shoes between each one, I realized that I started forgetting which pair I wore last. So now..while I'm not going to write 1 or 2 on the backs, I am going to have to not only document what I eat, the weather, etc...but which bloody colored shoes I was wearing. Ugh.
Today...was a pink day! I ran my first speed work workout, and I am so far not a fan. I imagine I may be someday (especially if this really does help me get to my goal pace of 9:10 mi mile for the marathon). But as for today, I don't like it. I did this on the treadmill, and I think that was wise. First of all, it was pouring, so outside wouldn't have been fun. Secondly, I had to do 6 sprints of a quarter mile at a 2:05-2:15 pace. I'm still figuring out my Garmin, and at least on the treadmill, I can pop in the speed and just go. Unfortunately, I broke what is apparently a cardinal rule of training. I keep reading (and was told by the coaches during the shamrock training) that it's never a good idea to go faster than planned. Going faster means burning out if you're not ready for it. I apparently thought I was an exception. After doing some googling, I found that a 7.5 pace on the treadmill is the equivalent of an 8 minute mile. Mind you - this is faster than the 8:20-9:00 minute mile pace I was SUPPOSED to train at. So feeling a little overly confident, I did a 5 minute jog to warm up, then cranked that puppy up to an 8 minute mile. I got through the quarter mile, slowed it down to a fast walk, and felt like my lungs were going to burn themselves right out of my chest. Joy. Then I did it again - two more times....and nearly quit. So for the last 3 repeats, I went slower than I was supposed to because I burned myself out in the beginning. See. I'm a moron. The only up side was that this was a shorter workout than normal, so while I didn't have fun, it was over faster than my other runs typically are.
Just before I went up to the home gym, my littlest child asked if she could use it when I was done (she's six, and pronounces it treadmeeeel....it's adorable). I said "we'll see", but when I was done, she was all decked out in her yoga clothes and a sweatband, so it was hard to say no. Besides, who am I to tell my child who wants to be active that she can't? So back upstairs we went (she had been at the dining room table playing cards with my Dad), and she hopped up on the treadmeeeel. She ran a quarter mile in just over 5 minutes, and giggled the whole time. I was a very proud mama.
For breakfast I had a butternut squash quinoa leftovers from the the other day. After running some errands to get the Bug street legal (and it only cost me $70), my Dad and I went out for Mexican food for lunch. We ran a few errands, and then came home. D had a really long day, and still took the kids to TKD so I could get my workout in. I really love him! Not just because of that of course, but it helps ;)
Tomorrow I'm going to do my scheduled fitlinxx workout, run for 30 minutes, and raise total hell with my daughter's guidance counselor (see yesterday's post if you don't know why). I tried today, but she wasn't there. She called when I was out at lunch and tried to weasel out of seeing me. Silly, silly woman. Anyway, I have an appt tomorrow at 10. I want to get my workout in before hand - especially since it's my Dad's last day in town and I don't want to waste it being at the gym while he's awake. It'll probably also help me be more human in my meeting.
So I'm signing off - happy that I did my first speed work session...weirded out that I have to do some variation of this every Wednesday for about 6 weeks (up to 16 quarter mile repeats!)...and sad that my Dad will be leaving Friday morning.