My heart skips a beat.
White toes look fresh. no?
Oh yes. (Taken with instagram)
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.