It has been much too long since I did any kind of formal speedwork. With my running partner sidelined with a foot injury, my motivation to do anything formally fast declined rapidly. Read: it hasn't been happening. Buttt, tonite I changed that.
First, this morning. It began with a glorious sunrise 8 miler around my parents' house. It was 'chilly' in the 50s and although my legs were tired, the run went by fast. I think it was an 8:13 pace? I dunno. I tried to keep it easy so I would have something left for tonite.....
Then, I molded minds all day. ie: I taught. Atleast tomorrow is the 15th and it is FINALLY our first pay day even though we have been working for 3+ weeks. That's all I have to say about that.
Rushed home, dumped my stuff and changed, then sped to campus where my cities "Track Club" meets on Tuesday night to do workouts. I met with them a few years ago in college for a few weeks, but then dropped off when I started running club for my school, and training for marathons. Well, I looked them up online and tonite's workout read 3x1 mile with 400 jog rest. Uh oh.
I did a warmup, met some people, then much too soon, the workout began. My goal was just sub-7s for all of them because my legs have so many miles on them and I haven't done this short of speedwork in forever. The first one felt effortless, and I hit it in 6:13. Ooops. Yeah, bad plan. The second one was much harder. 6:32. The third one, my legs were screaming! 6:50. Crap. I suck at pacing. But, I was pretty proud of that considering everything. I'll take it.
Randomly, I am getting internet at my apartment tonite. Ironically so because I FINALLY bit the bullet and ordered wireless service. So. Much. $$$$. Alas, thus is life.
Alarm is set for 3:53am! Bakery morning, teaching afternoon, run after it all. Blah. I hate doing things in that order!