Speed hurts. Last night was 'short interval' training. For some people, this is their favorite workout. Those people are nuts. You heard me...you..are..nuts.
Coach Kevin had us do our warm-up of 15 minutes around the track. Then we stretched and he talked. We were to run 60 sec., 90 sec., 30 sec. hard with a 90 sec. recovery in-between. Advanced, which I unfortunately fall into, not because I am a good, have to do 4 sets. Shit. THEN, we have do to 4 sets of - 100 yrd. sprints. Sonofabitch.
Yesterday, it was 90 degrees. Figures. I do okay with the first three sets. #4 - all the air was let out of the old tires. The last 90 sec., sprint felt like a 90 MINUTE sprint. But I got it done and I didn't pass out from dehydration or heat exhaustion. Surprising because I was sweating a freakin' river. After the workout, I had a huge craving for ice cream in the worst way. I managed to talk my friend into stopping on our way home. It was the best ice cream cone EVER on the plant -- vanilla dipped in butterscotch. Heavenly.
Saturday I am scheduled to run 2 hours 45 minutes. Weather is supposed to be awesome. YAY!