The other day while my office ex-hubby and I were scouring the Mankato Marathon site looking for a course profile map for the half course working diligently, a picture of the race start popped up on the site. All cockily I stated, yeah that's totally me. And as soon as the little word bubble was floating above my heads with the words in it I realized... huh... that really is me.
ZOMG I'M FAMOUZZZ!
YAYZIES!
GLITTERFARTS!
Ok, totally not, but it made my day for 6 seconds (ok, clearly longer since this happened days ago. Whatevs.)
(Red pacer shirt, white hat towards the left on the picture.)
Sunday I was supposed to run a 6 mile tempo run. However, my Garmin has been acting up, and by the time I rolled out of bed, the humidty was at 96%. Barf. I decided to do next week's 800m repeat workout instead, and hit the gym, so the treadmill could keep track of my time and distance for me.
I had 4x800m in 3:30-3:40. After my warm up mile (and thoroughly soaking the treadmill in the process... this oughta be a FUN run... :/), I got after it. The first one felt *cough* easy *cough*. I decided to take less of a break in between to toughen up the run. Er... not necessary. #2 was tough, but #3 felt like death. Towards the end I decided I would just call it a day if I could survive the remaining 30 seconds. When I did survive, I told myself I could walk until my heart rate came down after #3, and then jog the rest of my recovery before I had to start #4. Of course #4 felt great, even with the speed bumped up a bit. Silly body. Second to last is ALWAYS the worst.
3:38, 3:38, 3:38, 3:36.
Probably a good thing I was on the treadmill. I think #3 would've been 6:30 minutes if I had a choice in the matter.
And just so you don't think I'm kidding about the sweatfest that took place, I was 3 lbs. lighter post-run. And that's with drinking a 16 oz. water bottle while/after running. Sweatiest gym-goer of the day goes to:
JERBEAR!
