Day 6, Week 7: This post sucks but hey-it got done. Like the run.

I have to say that keeping this blog has kept me accountable for getting off my sweet patootie after having my morning coffee and doing my workouts.  Is it sad that every morning this is the conversation that happens in my head while that patootie is planted on the couch?

Me: "I don't want to work out.  I want to go back to sleep."
Also Me: "If you don't work out, you'll have nothing to write about later on the blog."
Still Me: "Yeah....."
Me Me Me: "Plus it gives you a more legit reason to take dumb pictures."
Finally Me: "Alrighty, I'm getting dressed for the run now."

After having the above conversation with myself, I took the dog out for our Friday tempo run-6 miles, 4 at what the RLRF plan called "moderate tempo pace."  Do you think I kept it moderate?

Moderate.  Pfffffft

That would be a big fat nope.  I was supposed to run at an 8:48 pace.  I know the math involved in running is super complicated, but I figured out that I was kind of way off that pace.  I also figured out that my running these tempos too fast is probably going to end with some overtraining or getting injured...so I looked up some information about tempo runs from the Strength Running site.  Here's what stood out to me from that article:

"More scientifically inclined runners know that tempo workouts are run at or near your lactate threshold. This is the pace at which you’re producing the maximum amount of lactate that your body can clear from your muscles and blood stream.

In other words, tempo runs are done at lactate threshold which is the fastest you can still run aerobically.

If you run any faster, you won’t be able to clear that lactate and you’ll be running beyond your threshold. You’ll then experience the familiar burning sensation of acidic muscles and fatigue that is felt at the end of a short, hard race.

The goal then is to straddle the lactate threshold and not run any faster."

Ha!  Screwed that up, didn't I.  The large dog didn't seem to mind the faster pace this morning, though.  He had his run derp on this morning for sure.

Run derp.

Run derp continued.

His "pull Mom into the ditch" game was also strong.  And the cause of that last slower tempo mile.

Oh were you running?  This ditch is more important right now.

And I forgot to take a picture of large dog and I running together, so I had to draw a picture.  

I like this picture because it makes me look really skinny.  Large dog, however, looks like a deformed kangaroo forced to walk on all fours.

So, in sum, I got the run done but did it too fast.  Now, what have we learned from today's post?

• I'm really tired writing this right now, so this post kind of sucks.  But whatever.  It's making me do my workouts so I guess it only slightly sucks.
• Speaking of sucks, now you know why I never got that art degree.
• The derp never ends with the large dog on the run.  Which is why his tongue is out in the drawing.
• That's the dog's TAIL, not a turd.  FYI.
• And to make a mockery of my run, the hubbs sent me a pic of what the cat was doing while we were our running our patooties off:

Cats are jerks.

Tomorrow's workout: I'm going to ride my bike I SWEARS.  And some weights.