I feel the need for speed!

On Monday I was scheduled for a speed workout.

I know, I know, you're super surprised.

I'll be honest Monday wasn't a super day for me.

I was tired within an hour of getting out of bed.  So I took a nap.  Then I took another another one.

I felt so gross all day.

I was super sore from hiking down Mt. Washington (it was so much fun, and completely worth it!)

I did manage to score a little company from my friend Jackie though! She came out and ran a couple of miles at the track while I did my speed workout.

My workout was pretty straight forward and I wasn't actually all that concerned about it...which might explain why I totally bombed it.

1000 meters, 2000 meters, 1000 meters, 1000 meters (400 recovery)

The first issue was that I just figured that I would remember what my goal pace was.

Um, no.

My goal pace for the 1000 meters was 4:18, 2000 meters was 8:52

What I ran was 4:25, 8:29, 4:31, and...the last one is kind of messed up because I lost count of my laps and ran an extra 200 meters. so my 1200 meters was at 5:13.

I'll have to load the info to see what I can get as my real 1000 time.

Even though I felt like I was running really hard I missed my goals and felt kind of pukey the whole time.  Afterwards I went home and sat in a hot bath and wished I had more junk food in the house.

For some reason I keep deciding it's a bad idea to bring it home...maybe something about the fact that I stop eating actual food and only eat the crap food until it's gone.

My default action for any kind of discomfort is to eat.

Nausea? I eat.
Sad? I eat.
Happy? I eat.
Tired? Feed me!
Running? I'm eating.
Angry? I'm SO eating.
Bored? Hungry!
I just like the taste of something, I could even be FULL, but I'll still eat it.

And people wonder why I run so much.