I am lucky to have my mom…she has agreed to do Abby duty (feed her and walk her and spend some quality time with her) every Tuesday night so that I can leave straight from work and get to track practice!! How nice is that? Although, really, who doesn’t want to cuddle with this?
So yesterday was my first track practice since…well, a long time. The workout, on paper, didn’t seem too bad: 5k warm-up, 2x400m, 2x800m, x400m, on 90 seconds recovery. And at “10k pace”. But let’s be clear, we NEVER run it at the pace he tells us. It’s always more like our 3k pace!
My first 400 was in 86 seconds. Yeah, first one of the season. And next one? 83. I was DYING. And my 800s showed it: 3:08, 3:05 and then I finished my last 400s in 86 and 85 seconds. My lungs felt like blow torches.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Remember, Jane, you are ALLERGIC to the track. Yup, as soon as the workout was done, I was sneezing, coughing and my nose was a tap of grossness!! Today this is my BFF:
This was me and Abby, this morning, having a great romp in the fresh snow!