I had a great track workout tonight. I'm currently working hard at getting faster. I've had enough of this "I'm ok with always being at the back of the group" thing. I used to be faster - 23 min 5K, 52 min 10K. Ok, those aren't really fast numbers, but since moving to altitude, I've been running 10 to 12 min miles, and nothing else. Ugh. Its been 5 years of slow going, and I'm facing up to the fact that I'm not simply going to get magically faster by doing 3 runs a week, all at the same slow pace. I'm acclimated to the altitude, at least as much as I'm ever going to get, and its time to work harder.
K told me we were doing 8 x 800, and I was a little concerned about holding my pace. I'm training for a 10K PR, I'm hoping to go under 50 min. For that I should keep my 800 repeats under 3:35 with 3 minutes rest. It was a beautiful night, though, and my workout went really well:
1 3:26
2 3:30
3 3:26
4 3:29
5 3:26
6 3:24
7 3:21
8 3:16
with 2:45 rest in between. I think I could have gone under 3:25 if I had had 3 min rest. We ended just in time to see the full moon rising over the mountains, which had turned their characteristic pink color in the sunset light. Ahhh.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Weekend Fun
So this is how weird life is.
Co is now taking pictures of my butt.
No, not that kind of picture... See I got this bruise.
I bought a new (used) tribike, and as I was taking it out for my first real ride on Friday, I noticed the tires were low. So, I was trying to turn around, and the new SPD clips on my shoes didn't unclip easily, and I fell over. Hard. On my right butt cheek. I haven't done that with my old road bike in years, but the new set up... Well, see I can't touch the ground while sitting in the saddle. Normal for a triathlon set up, but not what I'm used to. Anyway-
I got a really cool bruise.
Co had to take some pics for the bruise file. So, I'm standing in our living room (it had the best light) naked butt to the window as Co fiddles with the camera trying to get the focus just right. And this happens not once but twice, because of course on Sunday, the bruise was a different color - "mm, a bit turquoise today.." and more pictures were necessary.
Who says married people never have any fun?
Co is now taking pictures of my butt.
No, not that kind of picture... See I got this bruise.
I bought a new (used) tribike, and as I was taking it out for my first real ride on Friday, I noticed the tires were low. So, I was trying to turn around, and the new SPD clips on my shoes didn't unclip easily, and I fell over. Hard. On my right butt cheek. I haven't done that with my old road bike in years, but the new set up... Well, see I can't touch the ground while sitting in the saddle. Normal for a triathlon set up, but not what I'm used to. Anyway-
I got a really cool bruise.
Co had to take some pics for the bruise file. So, I'm standing in our living room (it had the best light) naked butt to the window as Co fiddles with the camera trying to get the focus just right. And this happens not once but twice, because of course on Sunday, the bruise was a different color - "mm, a bit turquoise today.." and more pictures were necessary.
Who says married people never have any fun?
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