It freaking figures.
But I still got up and put on a happy face before I hopped on the treadmill to embrace the pain.
The happy face didn't last long. Well, it lasted through the warm-up, where my calves screamed at me at every step. But I decided to do as much as I could, even if I had to later cut some of the repeats to 1200s or 800s.
So how much was "as much as I could do?" Well, the workout called for 3 x 1 mile repeats, and here's how they went:
- Repeat #1: Oh look I finished the first two quarters...only 2 more to go....wait--what's that ringing? Oh, it's nature calling. BRB.
- Repeat #2: Ran that whole thing and my lungs only felt like they were going to die 95% of the time instead of 100%.
- Repeat #3: OK, last one...I got this...only a 1200 more to go....*ring* *ring* Nature....is that you again?!?
Buh. This workout is what it is. Or what it was, I guess, since it was in the past. Specifically, it was the cause of my calves being even more sore than they were yesterday. And then I wore high heels to work because I'm a moron. Female cat would agree if she wasn't asleep. Or even cared.
Hyooman-this way I can't see your stupid blog pictures. |
Ready for learnings? I know you are:
- Mile repeats. Buh.
- Nature needs to get a life and start bothering someone else during their runs. So needy.
- Some workout is better than no workout. Or at least that's what I tell myself.
- I think my calves may be permanently traumatized.
- I also think my calves would appreciate me not wearing high heels to work, no matter how super cute they are.
- By the way, I'm still eating my veggies. And it's still all VEGGIES BUH.
Tomorrow's workout: Probably some of Cathe's PHA. I think I'll switch back to the Strong & Sweaty series this week.
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