Speedwork Day

Okay, it's the day *some of you* have been waiting for.  I am finding it way  hard to generate any enthusiasm today, but it is what it is.  Since I don't know anything, then, it's time to carry on, bizness as usual.

I manged to find a watch with a stopwatch on it. I even managed to figure out how to start and stop it.

I'm hoping the track will not have the high school football or track team on it. Please please please.  I don't know what I am doing, I don't need to have a big audience watching. Or any audience.  I'm not in the mood for company right now.

I'm going with Mongold's initial specs: run 8 x 400 m at 1:53-1:56 pace.  That means, run around the track-ONCE-in 1 minute 53 seconds, to 1 minute 56 seconds.

(Are you starting to doze off now????)

Sitting in the doctor office waiting room, I calculated that half a lap (200 meters) would be either 56 to 58 seconds. So if I was off on the first half-lap, I could try to remedy it in the second half-lap.

Oh yeah, the most important part...200 m easy recovery. (Don't I sound all trackie and stuff??)   Gulp, that's just a half lap, it might take me that long to reset the watch.

The Results

Weather: 65 degrees

Time: 8 am.  Much  later than planned.

Condition: Tired and a bit hungover.  Sorry.  Real life.

Distractions: So there is a pop up tent on the field and some ladders on the track.  I find out the Band is having their pictures taken at 9 am.  Great.
The city is also paving and tarring the street right outside the track.  So much for no audience and a quiet, unsmelly morning.
Well, that was my fault for getting out the door late.'

Splits:
1:58 Okay, just trying this out.
1:56 Ok.  Shoelace came untied
2:03 Ugh.  Okay, focus, it's just one lap.  Stop thinking about stuff.
1:52 Better
1:51 Ok
1:48 Ok!

It wasn't bad.  It was something different. I'm  willing to try it again, next week, same routine (but with more sleep and less wine.)

I have an appointment next Thursday, for an ultrasound and mammogram.  I'm not really thrilled with the delay, but I guess it's just time to compartmentalize this away.  It is what it is.