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Saturday Morning Tempo: 3 mile tempo (cut downs) and 6 x 45 second hills
Sound familiar anyone? Didn’t we just run this? I’m dreaming? Am I awake?
Yes, yes, no and I think.
Here we go.
After my amazing 3 x 1 mile repeats followed by an amazing 3 mile cool down and then two very, very painful days of running, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect on Saturday.
The splits this week were faster than the Wednesday workout from a few weeks ago but slower than we actually ran the workout (confused yet? I’m really good at being confusing).
Determined to run pace Megha and I started on the track. We were looking to hit 6:32, 6:24 and 6:16.
6:24, 6:17 and 6:03 later we were done. I know, I know. Oops.
Why can’t I run a workout right? Why does my brain just turn on it’s auto pilot switch during a workout? Why can’t I do running math while running? Really?
Here’s the deal: the first two miles felt great and relaxed. So I gave into the speed. The last mile didn’t feel as relaxed; it didn’t feel like a race but it wasn’t as floaty as one would like. It didn’t help that we had to keep dodging the J.V. football team. They just didn’t get that we were passing them at the same point on the track every 90.5 seconds.
After we were done with the 3 miles Megha drug me around the track and neighborhoods for 15 minutes (really I could barely move) and then we were off and up the hills.
Not sure where my legs came from but the 6 x 45 seconds weren’t as bad as I’d imagined them to be.
We managed a decent cool down and I desperately hoped my legs would be up for a long run the next morning with a new super speedy group. Come on legs… don’t fail me now.
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