She’s not going the distance

I have a confession to make. Ever since my running buddy moved away, running has lost its luster for me.

I loved meeting Jenny on the trail for an early morning weekend run. It was a great time to catch up, vent, talk smack — whatever. It became less about running than hanging out.

I miss Jenny. Still.

Until I find a new running buddy (Yes! I’m looking for one! Contact me if you want to run!), I’ve pretty much been focusing on short interval runs. They’re drills I can do in the neighborhood without straying too far from the house (in case the kids need me).

On Sunday I did long intervals, followed up with sprints:

800m x 4 → 3:44 / 3:43 / 3:43 / 3:44
50m x 5 → :10 / :10 / :11 / :11 / :10

It felt good to work out my legs.

On Tuesday, Coach Aaron decided to put our running to the test. He timed us on an 800m run. Running in a pack really made a difference in my time! I was working hard to stay with Steph and Katherine, and I shaved some seconds off my 800:

Time: 3:27

Aaron says we’ll be doing that again. I’ll have to make sure I don’t neglect my interval training.

Interval runs: Scaring the neighbors

I think I freaked out my 90+ year old neighbor this morning.

Thelma is — seriously — the sweetest, most vibrant and active elderly woman I’ve ever met. But I think I completely freaked her out. And if I didn’t, she was VERY suspicious.

I was just finishing up my workout (which was:)

6 x 400m run
5 x 50m sprints

It was dark — just after 6am — when I ran by her house on the last sprint. I was walking back, feeling good about shaving time off of my sprint when she walked outside to pick up her newspaper.

“Good morning, Thelma!” I said, but I tried to greet her quietly so I wouldn’t disturb the other neighbors.

Silent stare.

“How are you today?” I panted (I was still recovering from the sprint).

Silent stare.

I smiled, wondered if she heard me, and kept walking. I felt her eyes follow me. And I think she even walked out to the sidewalk to see where I was going. I don’t think she recognized me. I’m sure I looked pretty weird. I was wearing my dark blue bandana (a gang symbol!) and I was carrying my stopwatch (what the hell is that in her hand?!).

I tried to look nonchalant and did not look back. I didn’t want to look any more suspicious than I already did. I mean, who runs up and down the sidewalk in the dark?

Ha ha! I hope Thelma’s OK. One day I’ll have to go over there and explain.

Good intervals, though:

400s — 2:01 / 1:52 / 1:50 / 1:51 / 1:53 / 1:51
50s — 11 secs each sprint

I finished up inside with some core training.

3 rounds
5 Wheel roll-outs
15 V-ups
20 Russian Twists with med ball
12 Supermans