What a gorgeous day! The sun was out, the sky was blue with white fluffy clouds, and the temperature was perfect; I spent a lot of the day staring longingly outside while I was at work. I have really been itching to go for a bike ride all week, and I thought today would finally be the day. Unfortunately, around 3:00 the clouds started rolling in. By the time I left work at 5:30, I was afraid it would either storm or get dark too fast to ride, so I decided to wait till this weekend and try again during the day.
I have to admit, I was feeling a little out of sorts by the time I got home. I was just having one of those days where I was in a funk and didn’t have the motivation to do anything, so I started doing some emotional eating…bad idea! I used to be really really bad about eating when I was bored or to make myself feel better. In the past year or two, I’ve gotten MUCH better about not doing this, but I still have my days. I’ve been really stressed at work this week and it’s carried over to my eating habits, which I think has made things even worse for my physical and mental status. So, after eating leftover Thai food (another bad idea), I decided to drag myself out and go for a run. I’d much rather get stuck in the rain while running than stuck out biking in a thunderstorm at dusk.
I ran a mile to warm up, and about halfway through I was really regretting the spicy Thai sitting in the pit of my stomach. But instead of doing the logical thing and stopping or lightening the workout, I did the opposite and decided to run sprint intervals. I did 15 minutes of intervals, running 30 seconds at nearly all-out pace (HR:175-180, Zone 5) with 1:00 RI walking. Despite still feeling like I was going to vomit (sorry if TMI), I actually felt pretty good, strong and fast. Just as I was about to start my second sprint, some bikers were passing me on the trail and one of them decided to match my pace for a few seconds. He yelled out to me that I was a fast runner. Of course, I couldn’t just take the compliment and smile and thank him, I had to yell back that I wasn’t yet but I was trying to be, at which he pointed out that I was running 19 mph. I’m pretty sure he was either exaggerating or I heard him wrong, because I’ve never run that fast in my life. That’s a 3:09 minute mile pace. Even for only a 30 second effort, that seems ridiculously fast to me. Maybe he said 9 mph, that’s a much more reasonable 6:40 minute mile pace. Yeah, it had to have been that. Regardless, I was pleased with my sprint efforts. I decided to walk for recovery, and I’m glad I did, I was able to push through more intense intervals that way. After the intervals, I ran the last 2.75 miles home. In all, I did about 5.25 miles in 70 minutes or so. Considering the amount of walking I did, I’m fine with this time.
I’m really glad I made myself workout tonight, I feel much better. The endorphin rush does great things for me! Anyways, I need to go plan out my training for the rest of the year. Back to my regularly scheduled training next week!