The caption to the photo below is, “Mom, I don’t understand why a) you’re always in MY bed and b) why you take up so much room!?” Followed by a hard core wiener dog glare.
After my heel scare (which, to be honest, is still whispering slightly to me), I decided I also needed to retire my current racing flats…you know, 7 halfs and 2 indoor seasons of training on the track, I figured they MIGHT have done their job…and then some.
Normally track workout with the team is Tuesday night and for the last few weeks I’ve had to do them on my own in the morning on the TM because of my work schedule, and this week was no different with work, but I had a different plan for order of workouts. Let’s be clear, I didn’t think it was a SMART plan, but it was likely going to be more fun.
So Tuesday I did my tempo run (5 miles at 7:30-7:18 min/mi or 4:40-4:32min/km) and wore my new shoes (so I could at least wear them ONCE before my race next weekend lol)
And then this morning (this is where my plan is not a smart plan) I met FG at 6:30am for an outdoor track workout.
24 hours after my tempo run.
To say my legs felt like blocks of cement would be an understatement. lol. And let’s be clear, I didn’t actually run WITH FG – we would start each set together, but she was soon way in front of me…cement legs are not conducive to FG speeds!
And note how she is wearing shorts? Yeah, for most of the workout not only did I wear mitts, but…
Gorgeous sunset last night out behind my house…