I feel like all of my posts have started with "final" the past week or so. Random note: In high school, I was totally *that* girl. Senior year, "last" first day of school, "last" time we'd eat chili crispitos at lunch (my fave), "last" prom, "last" track practice, etc. I'm sure my friends were happy to be rid of me after a year full of "lasts." Well surely you guys are equally as sick of my "final(s)" and are just ready for me to run the damn MARATHON!! (You're all probably quite sick of that too, huh?) Confession: I am too! Race day I'm ready for you.
Anyway, tonight I had my "final" tough run before the big day. [Make sure you read big day with a loud booming voice to get the full effect.] It was actually scheduled for later in the week, but I figured my legs would love me if I got it out of the way early on. I was scheduled to do 6 miles with 4 at a tempo pace of 8:35. Since there is currently a monsoon going on outside (what? you didn't know we get monsoons in SoDak? homie check yo-self! <----omg, I literally laughed outloud at the voice I used when writing *that* line. Taper madness anyone???), I decided to hit up the gym.
As soon as I got to the gym it was packed. Apparently everyone else is too big of pussies to work out in the monsoon too. Of course that means that every treadmill is full as well. I hang out by the wall, Star magazine in hand (that I borrowed from the rack, I don't buy that garbage, but I'll sure as heck read it if someone else has, guilty!), pseudo stretching, but ready to sprint to an open treadmill throwing 'bows to any passerbys if necessary. As soon as one opens up I pounce.
I quickly clamored up onto the treadmill and was hit with a wave of sweaty humid air. When did they put this treadmill in a sauna? That seems silly. And then I saw it......the buckets of sweat pouring off of the machine, collecting on the ledge of the monitoring and pooling together in the cup holder. I shuddered. And then it hit me, "THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE THINK WHEN THEY GET ON THE TREADMILL AFTER ME!!!!" Holy epiphany. I apologize profusely to anyone who has hopped aboard the tready after my sweat-sacre (<--sweat+massacre, ya, I just made it up). And then I realized it was only sweat and that it couldn't hurt me, and why not see if our combined efforts could contribute to the sweatiest treadmill in the history of the world! Also, I may have briefly thought that Mr. Sweat could possibly be my soul mate, but that's perhaps for another blog post.
Unfortunately, my run wasn't nearly as exciting as the shenanigans leading up to it. The warm up mile hurt my knees so I increased the speed a smidge and upped the incline. Perfect. The tempo miles felt comfortable and strong. And I caught up on some awesome celeb gossip in the final cooldown mile.
I did 6 miles in 53:08 for a pace of 8:52. Tempo pace = 8:30.
Unfortunately, I did not have my best sweaty performance. Yes, I was soaked, but there have been many other occasions where I've truly outdid myself. I think our stars will align again at the gym, and then history will be made.
There are seriously a thousand sweet giveaways going on, and I'm hoping to continue my lucky streak. Check them out!
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Btw, anyone know of any anti-wind dances? I could use some fun effective x-training ideas for the next 6 days.....