Okay Internet People, I know you don’t have anything better to do than watch me run around a track in the dark. So for your viewing pleasure we decided to get really high tech with some fancy pants special effects videography. Either that or we’ve just sunk to an all time low. You can decide.
Today’s torture was inspired by sweet Ewen, who suggested my physiology might do better with slower 200s. And let me state for the record, he was right. I am officially in love 200s. Especially 200s in 65-degree weather. I could run 200s all day long. Everyday. Forever and ever. And never stop. I wanted to do 20 or 25 but I needed to get the little one off to school.
So my new finish-in-way-under-5-hours-marathon plan is to sprint 200 and walk 200. All the way. What do you think? And don’t tell David, I’m going to surprise him with our new plan in Chicago.
1 – 44
2 – 45
3 – 47
4 – 44
5 – 45
6 – 46
7 – 50
8 – 44
9 – 45
10 – 46 (had to pee)
11 – 50 (had to pee)
12 – 53 (had to pee really, really bad)
13 – 50 (okay, I had to stop and pee after this one)
14 – 46
15 – 41 – go me!
Oh, I forgot to tell you that yesterday I ran close to 7 miles with Massoman at a 10:29 pace. Slow going out, but super speedy coming in.
Oh, oh, I lost a blinky light during the little yelp.
Internet People, I know you guys are getting bored of the leg torture videos. And I know it’s hard to believe that I wasn’t born the stealthy self you see today, but I’ve worked hard to get this stealthy self and the old videos are good reference for me (read: am having a tough week and must watch videos repeatedly to reassure stealthy self I won’t die in Chicago).
Today I only give you a small snippet of moaning plate runners – which are particularly dreadful because we did them after squats, lunges, bosu runs and about a million box jumps. I also only give you a little bit of abdominal torture. Why so little? Because I dressed in the dark and my brain doesn’t function well so early (read: wrong bra) (read: gained weight because of long run missed) (read: almost peed my pants because of all the jumping) (read: not suitable for human viewing).
Maybe if we shot the video in the dark you could just vision what was going on?
Thursday: Track Torture #2. Straight from New Mexico.
With school back in session, I will now officially be getting up 4 days a week at 4AM for 5AM workouts. When does that get easier?
We did some new stuff during leg torture today, which had me bending all over the place. I felt like Chris Martin in concert. And let me just warn you ahead of time about my pasty white back and belly that slips out here and there – I do not want to be the responsible party if your retinas spontaneously combust.
But before I post the video, I have one question to ask all you female cyclists: How do you explain saddle sores to your gynecologist? I have an appointment next week and I’m thinking I may need to postpone it.
Yeah, if you thought watching me lunge for 60 seconds was boring, wait until you see this. I know. I’m a loser. A loser with a mental illness. A loser that has nothing better to do than organize 4 years worth of accumulated running crap. Again. And then put into video. If you never visit my blog again, I won’t blame you. Now I’m going to go and walk my Donkey and have a long and serious discussion about my current mental health.
Last night I begged called Massoman and asked if he would run eight-miles with me this morning at 5:15 AM. I even called him back to confirm that we were running even if it was raining. Yes and yes. Thank you.
It was 68 degrees, misty and lightning – we started off at a very nice pace and at about mile 5 Massoman said, I’m going pick up the pace a little. Um, Okay. I though our pace was picked up. He took off and I tried with all my might to keep up – my fear of the approaching lightning might have motivated me as well.
For the last five years I’ve been the epitome of a persistent 10-11 minute per mile racer. And sadly, I’ve learned to be at peace with this. But today, I ran eight miles in 1 hour and 12 minutes.
As I drove to Cindy’s Leg Torture I tried to figure out my pace in my head. I knew it was a good pace and I was thinking maybe 10-minute miles. Since I stink at math I sat in her driveway with my magic iPhone and figured I just ran a 9:02 pace. What is wrong with me? I even did the Gmap pedometer and emailed Massoman to make sure I wasn’t jiving myself.
I changed out of my sweaty clothes and discussed this madness with Cindy. As you’ll see I’m pretty happy and consistent being tortured considering I just ran eight miles. Today was wide/regular/narrow squats at 85 lbs and the usual abs/plate runners/lunges and then arm torture and stretching. It’s a long video today, so feel free to skip out whenever you get bored.
(The arm torture part is called “Cheater Curls” because we go to exhaustion. I know I’m swinging my body a little too much – but I had permission)