Nothing great, but something.
Published January 30, 2012
I junked Saturday’s long run because I heard from my boss (he’s on leave back in Houston right now) that he might not be ready for the half marathon FACE OFF in February (Insert boooooo here. And frustration. And aggravation. And failure to elaborate further because I don’t want to get dooced.)
Instead, I jumped on the treadmill and decided to run 800s. I had no idea what I could do and finished knowing I could have done better (no puke threshold encountered! win!) Here’s what happened:
I did them Yasso-style, with recovery (approximately) equivalent to run time–I kept it at 3:35. So there’s still something there, I hope. It’s pretty weak, I’ll admit. But someday when my running shoes get to hit pavement again, hopefully it’s worthwhile.
Right now, I’m just bummed. There’s no racing in sight. No opportunity to get in meaningful training (I KNOW there are people out there who run bananas miles on a treadmill and then run killer marathons…to those people I say, you have a LOT of natural talent. Promise. You do.) I miss that feeling of willing my Garmin to find the signal early in the morning so I can stop freezing…so my legs can move and I can be warm…seeing a mile beep across the watch and knowing warm-up time is over and it’s time to kick it up a notch.
It occurs to me so much of my frustration with living here deals with how it’s impacted my running; something I’m mediocre at (at best) and yet, it meant the world to me. It still means the world to me.
I haven’t found a way to deal with this healthily yet. And I don’t know if I will.
(And some photos because my business trip to Brisbane has been postponed and therefore fast Internet is, well, far far away. This? Took forever. Hope you enjoy.)
with my (not so) baby sisters over Christmas.
I freaking love this girl.
And I’ve now spent 27 minutes waiting for these two photos two upload. That’s my limit for tonight…guess I still don’t have any patience.
Have you been here before? Stuck in some void of training neverland? Misery loves company, you know.