I had an interesting run on Friday.
A bad mood led me to it.
I was heading out for what was planned to be a long'ish run. I was going to a location I love to run at down at the Bay. The weather was threatening to rain for the most part of the day. I got stuck behind some sort of fire marshal vehicle on the long road into the parking lot driving a lovely 20km/h. I pulled out and passed the fucker cursing under my breath. Or maybe cursing out loud, I was along in my car. I started my run with sore tired muscles from the previous days workouts. It made me quite grumpy because I didn't really want to be there. I went running because the rest of my weekend was filling up and I knew I would have no time.
I was originally aiming for a 16km run. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a boring long run. It wasn't boring at all nor was it long.
I hate stupid people with little dogs on long stringy retractable leashes. I have a dog, I have a retractable leash. When I walk him in a high traffic recreation area I keep him tight close to me. This little white fluffy foo-foo dog took off running across the path just as I was running up on it. I got tangled in the leash but saved myself from totally falling over. I had my music on so I'm not sure if the owner said anything. They just stood there and watched me untangle myself from their stupid little dogs' leash. I said the words "What the fuck" as I was fighting to get out of the mess and continued on my way. A little bit further down the trail I passed these two teenagers swallowing eachothers' faces while standing in the middle of the damned path. This is a busy place with lots of families with young kids running around. I was a teenager once but standing out in broad daylight in the middle of the day on a holiday at a public recreational location sucking face? Maybe I'm just old and crochety and painfully single but this just pissed me off. I ran by and ignored them. A couple minutes later I felt the sprinkles of cold spring rain. At this point I just didn't feel like running another 13km. I picked up my pace and found a whole new game of running.
In my running history I have never really tried putting speed runs into my training programs because I always thought it was too hard. I have always been a one pace kind of girl whether it's a 5k or a 20k. That's what I'm good at. Consistent pace. It's good for endurance but doesn't help when you want to PR. Friday though, I wanted to try something different. I picked up the pace and ran close to my maximum heart rate and maintained that for the next 5km. I recently splurged on a Garmin with my last paycheck (I know, I'm bad, a post on that later). So I was able to keep track of my pace and heart rate. I found a comfortable zone at 6min/km and was surprised at how easy it was to maintain once I got adjusted. On the way back guess who was still sucking face a little bit further down the path? I ran past them, stared straight at them giving them an evil eye to catch their attention. I said "Get a fucking room" as I ran past. I gotta say, all it did was make me feel more crochety and old. If it was somewhere else I wouldn't bat an eye at them but c'mon, there's children around!
Meh. I was definitely a bitch.
I finished my run, 8km. My average pace was 6:30min/km which reflects the first 3km at average pace. .It never did rain. I was excited for doing speed work, any kind of speed work. I understand now why it is a good addition to any marathon training program. I will be putting together my training schedule soon and I'm looking forward to all the different kinds of running I'll be doing.
I felt much better after the run. Firstly, I got all sorts of tension out and secondly, I was happy to find speed work not so gruelling but doable for someone like me. My sensor bit the dust at the beginning of the run so I shut it off. I started a little high as per usual and finished in range. No complaints there especially because I changed up my run halfway through. Speed work vs. LSD (long slow distance) is totally different on blood sugar management.