Dreamer with a Day Job

Kate Ziegler. Runner of Silly Long Distances. Designer of Beautiful Things. Rider of Bicycles. Culinary Guesstimator. Travel Fanatic. Contemporary Art Enthusiast. Fashion Magazine Addict.

Full-time Master of All Things Logistical, after-hours Partner at Union Jack Creative.

A few things I am not:
-pro-ana
-a speedy runner
-shy about public speaking
-opposed to cocktails before noon
-sorry for including all of my interests in one confused tumblelog

This blog contains my personal musings, adventures and inspirations.

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Repeated

This week, I’ve been feeling a bit tired of marathoning. “It’s not you,” I said to my Frees, “it’s me.”

By now, I know that once or twice a training cycle, I get sick of the mileage, the time, the weather, the daily laundry, the constant feeding – but this year has truthfully been less stressful than last, and I’m feeling a bit guilty about my early fatigue. I know that Hollaback!, Union Jack, a day job and the fundraising are partially to blame for my mental malaise, but I’m not quite ready to take a training break this cycle.

And so, a change of pace was in order. Jack and I headed to the track for 800′s instead of our usual long, slow, chatterbox run.

The run to the track from our apartment is a mile and a half, and we did four sets of 800m (negative splits – woohoo!) before running home, starving. Total mileage: five.

Total number of miserable-looking high school boys I passed running my laps: seven, on each set. (They were hardly moving…)

I’m partial to track workouts when running and I are in a rough patch, because it breaks up the monotony of long, slow miles and gives me something else to focus on. Speed work means I cover the distance more quickly, and 800 meters (two laps around the track) is both long enough to cover some ground, and short enough to seem approachable at a quickened pace.

What do you do when you’re tired of the things you love to do?

TL,DR: 800’s, on repeat.

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