this was a tough day at the track. made tougher because i apparently missed the day that they went over counting in kindergarten. the workout was supposed to be the same as last thursday.
. . . 20 minute warm up at 6:54's
. . . 6 strides with full recovery
averaged 22:88
. . . 10 x 200m at :34 with 1 minute at 6:54's between each
averaged 33:66
. . . 10 minutes at 6:54's
. . . 10 x 200m at :34 with 1 minute at 6:54's between each
averaged 33:67
. . . 10 minutes at 6:54's
i just looked at my times from my watch. everything was according to plan until the second set of 200m. after the tenth one the watch read an eleventh one and then a twelfth one. i had so exhausted myself that i ran two extra ones. but the funny thing is that i remember those last two and the were the most poetic of the twenty-two of them. i hit that last 50m and then something happened.
i felt like i was flying.
my legs were going so fast, my stride so long, my feet smoothly striking the track. it was like that dream that i had the week gracie was born. it hurt but it felt amazing. i wish all of the 200m could have felt like that, that all my running could be like that. the last two in the first set were on the opposite spectrum. clumsy and clunky. fortunately it's not how you get across the finish but when.
it's the first day of october. i allow myself one sugar every month (defined as sugar in the first three ingredients). on the way to work i picked up three of those cake donuts with white frosting and green sprinkles. yes three. and an odwalla super food to balance it out. i should have probably stopped after the first one. definitely should have after the second one. what was i thinking eating the third one. i instantly felt terrible, sick to the stomach. that was this morning. it's the afternoon and has only gotten a little bit better.
considering no sweets ever. i hate how it makes me feel afterwards. but it's so good going down.
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