It's STILL raining. I'm about ready to Google some blueprints to build an ark and start hustling around gathering up animals two-by-two. Don't worry - I'll conveniently leave behind the skunks, mosquitoes, rats and snakes. Because I'm awesome like that.
As much as I've been complaining about the rain, though, I think I like it better than the oppressive humidity I ran 8 miles in on Saturday and did track work in last night.
The Saturday run wasn't much to write home about, which is why I hadn't yet. We met at Greater Boston Running Co. in Lexington and ran along a nice tree-covered bike path. The out and back course was just shy of 8 miles and while Kristan and I planned to tack on an extra two at the end, it didn't take much arm twisting for her to convince me to stop at 8. At a 9:15 pace we were sweating bullets, our breathing was labored and our bodies felt heavy - NOT good. And with nothing to train for at the moment, pushing the last 2 miles would have just been stupid. Afterwards, we were rewarded with a spread of bagels, donuts and coffee at the store and a sweet 20% team discount. I used it to buy a new shirt (it's pink!) a fancy new ventilated sports bra and my first-ever stick of body glide. I've been reluctant to use it before now (just seems gross to me), but the armpit fat chaffing is getting out of control, so I'm giving it a whirl. I'll give it a full product review when I finally use it. Probably this Saturday.
Last night on the track, it was equally gross outside but at least a bit cooler than it was on Saturday. Our workout was as follows: 400m, then a 200m recovery, then 1200, then a 400m recovery (three sets of this).
The expression about drinking Colt 45 is that "If the fo' don't getcha the 5 sho' will," and I'd like to say that last night if the fo' didn't get me, the 12 sho' did. I worked out alone and tried to focus not on killing it on time, but to pay attention to my level of effort and never be running so hard that I was having trouble breathing in the thick, soupy air. With each repeat, the 400 would feel strong and I'd get a nice recovery in, then I'd dive into the 12 and after the first lap just suffer through the last 2. It was a good workout, though, and I felt pretty confident in the strength behind my last 12 (I always make the last one count!).
After a nice long cool-down with Aimee and a stretch with the group, it was off to the 21 Nickels for our usual post-workout grub. I was sticky and sweaty and tired, but I knew that a cold beer and some pub food with my friends would cure what ailed me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to Home Depot to buy wood, nails, caulking and some animal traps...
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