Tuesday morning was Baby Tempo Run attempt #2—a gentle mile warm-up and cool down with a 1.1 mile loop at sub-10 minute per mile pace sandwiched in between. Last week’s 0.9 mile loop was completed in 8:10 (9:04 pace). This week, I ran the 1.1 mile loop in 10:10 which equates to a 9:15 pace.
I’m happy with the results. I slowed my ass down a notch from last week’s pace and didn’t feel too much like death during or after this time around, but I’m still going too fast for a tempo run. Well, for me anyway. Next week’s tempo distance will be 1.4 miles, so I’ll have to slow down regardless, either by choice or because my body will just give out. I’m really hoping it’s not the latter.
My ability to do math on the fly (or on the run, if we’re getting technical here) has gone straight to hell in a hand basket. Once I’d completed the loop and was trotting along at my normal crawl once again, I’d thought that my tempo pace had been a lot slower than it was. I immediately worried about the following week’s longer tempo distance and thought about scrapping it altogether there and then.
Can you tell I’ve got a big fat fear of failure? It’s amazing, no?
Well, I’m stuck doing it regardless. I’ve already told you all about my tempo run goal and I know if I don’t post about it once a week then at least one of you will nag me. That’s motivation enough really.
Accountability, I has it.
Fair is fair
A couple of you complained about the eye candy on Monday’s post. Whiners. To make amends, I now post photos which the male readership is more likely to enjoy.
This is Helena Paparizou, who won the 2005 Eurovision contest for Greece with her song My Number One.
Gentlemen, you're welcome. Let's just call this broadening your cultural horizons. (That's what she said.)
Viper’s post yesterday reminded me of another funny Craigslist personal ad that was forwarded around a while ago. Click on the image to enlarge.
Happy hump day, everyone.