I was in a bad mood pretty much all day yesterday. You know how I was complaining that I work out too much and that I don’t take enough rest days? Well, I took Friday and Sunday as rest days.
Yeah, that didn’t go so well for me.
All I did was eat.
And now I’m in one woman pity party mode. I feel like I’ve backtracked my progress in a big way even though I know that doesn’t happen in just two days. It just feels like it happens. And when I feel that way, I don’t want to do anything and I let everything slide that much more.
Yeah. We get it.
I missed my martial arts cardio class. Then I had no desire to do the speed training on my marathon schedule. Which by the way says something different on the printed schedule than what we received in the email…again.
After killing time at home doing nothing, I sucked it up. My stomach wasn’t feeling great but I forced myself to go to the gym. I told myself the worst that can happen is that I’ll just come back home if I’m not into it. Oh, and a bad attitude means you need to look cute. So, I put on the only Lululemon clothes that I own so that all the people at the gym would know I was better than them. 😀
Turns out, it was a really good run! Who knew? The first mile was a warm up and then I did 8 sets of this:
|1||10:00 (warm up)||.5|
|400 (1/4 mile)||8:30||.5|
Total miles: 4.5
I read this week that if you can’t run your “rest” miles (the 200’s) at a slower pace, that you’re working too hard. Well, I guess that’s me because usually I have to walk them. So, I didn’t go more than an 8:30 pace. I felt like I could have gone faster but I didn’t want to burn out and have to walk. I would have liked to do more but my tummy wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to be at the gym until 10pm.
I’ll up the pace a little next time and I really need to work on getting that incline to 1% (because it’s comparable to running outside).
Today is my Friday. I have a 4-day weekend coming up. I mean, last week I worked an actual 5 days in a row and I can’t let that happen again. Tonight is the Britney concert and I fully plan on acting like a 12-year old. Oh, and hubs and I scored two free tickets to see two of my future husbands tomorrow night.
Who would you pick: Ryan Reynolds or Jason Bateman? You can’t have both. (I can’t tell you how long I sat here and thought about this question before I got my answer. But something in my gut is telling me to go with Jason. He’s got that sexy dad thing going on that I dig.)