Yesterday’s track workout was noticeably easier than the previous week’s, and how could it not have been? Four half-mile repeats with two minutes of rest after each, as opposed to three one-mile repeats with only a minute rest after each. And accordingly, I came much closer to the goal time. The half-miles were supposed to be run in 2:52 each; I managed 2:52 for the first, 2:53 for the second, and 2:56 for the final two. Not perfect, but darn close. Definitely exhausting. It seems like I can actually feel my lungs stretching out and getting stronger during these workouts, though I’m sure I’m making that one up.
The fact that I’m just a little bit short of hitting the goal time for each track workout makes me wonder if I would be better off with a slower workout (say, the track workout from the 3:15 marathon program instead of 3:10). If I were to do that, I could complete each workout perfectly. This would make me happy during workouts and immediately after, but here’s the problem. If I’m hitting the target on every workout, then there’s no way to objectively measure the improvements in my fitness level. I could consider how I’m feeling after each, but I think I prefer to measure my progress with numbers, specifically with how far off I am from the target pace. And most importantly, my goal isn’t to run a 3:15 marathon. It’s to qualify for Boston, and that takes a 3:10. End of argument.
With a little prodding from my cousin who is just starting to enjoy running races, Erin and I signed up a few days ago to run a 5k with her next weekend, July 5th. It’s at the beach, which means two good things: no hills, and beer at the end. Of course, this means our 4th of July carousing with have to be reigned in a little, but I’m really looking forward to the race. And it will be interesting to see if I can PR, having just established a decent one a few weeks ago.
No new recipe to share today; last night we ate whole wheat linguine with fire-roasted tomatoes and chickpeas, from the early days of my blog. So I guess if you’re new to my blog, then it is a new recipe. I think it turned out even more prettier than last time:
Delicious again, though I wasn’t entirely happy with the tomatoes I got from the grocery store. Yet another argument for seasonal eating. I’ll have to wait until midsummer when they’re in season here to make this again.
Before we ate that, we had an arugula salad with some of the leftover dressing from Tuesday’s chickpea, carrot and parsley salad. It was an arugula kind of night, which is just fine by me, since if I were to power-rank my leafy greens, arugula would come in numero uno.
But don’t be fooled into thinking that we eat like angels all the time. This week we’ve done some serious damage to a tub of wildberry gelato that we bought for Father’s Day dinner. Linus seems a bit indignant, doesn’t he? Along with the gelato, we had some incredibly tasty Bittersweetness FEED granola.
And with that I am off to my second favorite place in the country, fabulous Atlantic City, NJ! Ok, maybe fabulous is a stretch. But as a lover of all things random, I’m never happier than when I’m gambling (except on my wedding day, Erin).
It’s just a quick trip, but for tomorrow’s post you’ll again be in the flour-dusted hands of Christine for Sweet-Tooth Friday. And it’s a good one; my favorite STF post yet. All week, Erin and I have been eating a plateful of the goodies that she brought for us to sample, and I can tell you they’re awesome! But you’ll have to check back tomorrow to find out what they are.
Wish me luck in A.C., Papa needs a new pair of Brooks!